A Bargain To Sell
I lay here in this bed
Watching the IV drip lazily
I grip the bedrail
For I have nothing more to grasp
Not a hand, not a bear
Not a gift, not a flower
Nay, not even a lock of hair
My last fell deftly onto my pillow
Early this morning
The last of my childhood
The last of my livelihood
The last that reminds me, of good
And I watch the Iv
Drip, drip, drip
For as this world, this place
Somewhere caught in between.
An everlasting tussle,
Between the powers that be
And Hades
So I hold on good
Onto that bedrail
And just then I don’t believe
I shall ever let go
Through the pain and the treatment
I hold on
Knowing that is but the only thing
Keeping me here
The tears and the grieving
But I’m grieving alone
For my life
Lost completely
Drained from its shell
I do not look
I cannot look
I will only see the difference
What I was
What I am
What cannot be, I’ll never tell
So I hold on good
Alone in this room
Just months ago
A little girl
Now I’m dying
A woman
Still dying, A woman
This soul is a bargain to sell
Copyright © Madisyn Collier | Year Posted 2009
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