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Struggle of Pestilence

Are you sitting down? Sit here, momentarily in this chair.
Let me convey to you something so very important.
Your body is unhinged to get mended will be a feat.
You must consume these pills, then obey those rules.
Forget your mannerisms and the way you even reason.
Everything you’ve ever celebrated is going to dissolve.
Pray to your messiah now with each waking day.
Your body must succumb for it to ever recuperate.
Everyone has an opinion but none have answers.
Sickness, pain and anguish with each petite step.
Tubes, needles and poison are the only solution.
Unhealthiness is hard to overcome, “please go away”.
Concealing the expressions in my hands sobbing, aching,
Occasionally wishing my conclusion was already here.
Foresight that the next day will only elevate anguish,
Swiftly I must awaken for this a new day has come!
“Why? Don’t force me! I ache, this future bleak!”
Inspiration came I knew that I had to ascend, reawaken.
Why today? I know why! It’s the assessment time.
Pressing forward, desiring worthy news to discover.
Optimistic that when his mouth agape I will be clear.
The inactivity induces more angst then the distress.
With many souls here, when did this supervene and why.
The seating room so crowded yet I only think for myself.
No longer distracted by my ailment I now pray for them.
Each can get through this let them envision my resolve.
Be firm, be courageous mustn’t sway from the objective.
Please lord; give these others the strength to overcome.
Being an unmerciful road, I hope the masses fare as well.
Throat knotting up and my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Hearing his voice petrifies my soul and yet encourages.
Walking in smiling, his exclamation so wonderful.
It’s gone, it has disappeared, finally time for me to rejoice.

Copyright © Joshua Peck | Year Posted 2010

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