Exhaustion of Living
The hands on the clock move slowly forward
My tired ears listening for the sound of breathing
Listening, waiting for the sob that means I am alive
That ends the silence the sound of hope retrieving
Dawn breaks, my grey face looks up from the pillow
"Morning cariad" I whisper through battled breath
Sorry I kept you awake my darling Angels
Didn't want to succumb to the powers of death
The pain would go if I forsook this life
Yet the horror of losing you, to lose control
Each pain in the night feels like a surgeons knife
cutting away more flesh reaching my very soul
The exhaustion of living makes life so precious
waking up each morn to a breath so feathery
please keep me this day calm not fracious
If this is my last one make it a good memory
Penned March 5 2015.
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