Praying For a Quick Death
Quickly,
Quickly,
Quickly.
You spoke in search of light relief
And hearing your cries for Help
I cried myself to Sleep
On the rotten old couch upstairs
While Mum Cradled you in your Marital Bed
I Prayed religiously
Death come Quickly
To Shelter
You from the Cancer Pain
A Milkshake Cocktail of Morphine
To Aid Discomfort
While thinking all the While
Show your Face God
Where is your Grace and Mercy
When it comes to the Innocent
I fear you have done not only my Family
But the entire World
A Discourtesy
Ask anyone and they shall say
He was 1 of the Good One's
Wouldn't hurt a Fly , Never told a Lie
And come December 28th
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
The Floor opened up the Gates of Hell
And ever since
I Fall and Fall
Quicker,
Quicker,
Quickly
A Pithy End
My Father
My Friend
My Support
My Sponsor
Amen
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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