When life offers little more than another day’s indignity and suffering
Betrayed by the body’s failures and breaks, blood from the slightest of bumps
Questioning questions once put to rest, like that of a slipping man’s bumbling
Feeling I am the heaviest of weights tied ‘round the souls of those that I love
Causing the suffering to metastasize and dragging them all down: I cling.

Pride drains away quickly leaving a hallow useless remnant subsiding
To make it just that one more day a prayer a mantra repeated and repeated
Tears at the thought of letting them down failure to be where I’m needed
I plead for smiles to visit, but for the love of my life they are depleted
The burden of dragging so heavy a weight tires him, yet still: I cling

Imagining ways to accomplish the task and the ways it could go so awry
Scaring myself with the thoughts that I have as the sorrow pervades within
Gathering the courage to do what I must, determined to give it the hardest try
No sleep I just lay there I stare at the walls remembering much better times
His breathing steady as he sleeps his body radiates heat still, I cling

08/27/2019

Posted on 08/27/2019
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