The Wait
Sitting in these uniform white
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock
chimes, God unlocks your
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart
like a tsunami’s initial rain of
relief,
Just giving way to one more
catastrophic hurricane of my
grief
The times my heart doesn’t
shatter with selfish love are
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our
souls, trying to turn you to the
church,
Before you expire into infection,
through purgatory gates you
lurch
A way to get that closure, to
have found sanity in my love to
end my search,
Just the thought, to my
tattered heart like a mercury
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current
plan for us is just to harshly
take…
**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**
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