Life Support
Life Support
The night is calm and shimmers
in its moonlight coat.
I sit and watch the ocean as I
wrest with dark demons.
The vision engulfs me;
I see her sweet innocence
etched on a pillow of death,
awash with cruel tubes and all
the paraphernalia of dying.
I feel detached as I observe
phosphorous ghosts surfing
like green bobbing lanterns
to a glistening alien beach
Black angels bow my head,
bend my back and hang
huge moral weights about me.
A lone gull keens my torment
Am I to be her executioner?
Must I play God?
Juggling with destinies and
barely conceived dreams.
Where are you my child?
My sweet innocent child.
My mind is a black hole full
of question marks and
dark destroying God hatred.
The ocean whispers to me
and gently caresses my soul
I know the right path…
I knew all along
I stand wearily, turn and
look at the brilliant silhouette
of the hospice. It calls to me.
She calls to me.
I stumble and cry out but
the ocean has made me resolute.
I make my way to the switch
that will end her torment
and begin mine.
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