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**