The Serpent-Part One

Memories I dwell on so many events of the past, So many things I’d like to do. But so few words to say, Pondering what he loved. Playing with the leaves fallen from the branches of the willow “Rees” In bath tubs and lakes or in rain clouds above “Wah-wah” And warm wet tongues and soft fur of “Dahs” Who am I to him? “Dah-dah” The meeting Whenever they ask detailed questions, I’ll nod my head. Devouring and digesting every Latin word, Hoping it will stick to my ribs. If I ask enough questions I can get my mind around the serpent, So I can choke the life out of it. I’ll ask all the right questions, It’ll impress them with the way I handle all of this. If it were like the movies I’d be emotional, Throwing chairs across the room. Begging Wanting a different conclusion to what the white coats say, I just want this to end… Sinking Four months given, I’m tempted to despair. Because self-inspection leads me to conclude, I shouldn’t expect much of anything. Drowning Under the ocean, Silent and warm. The sunset looks pretty from here, Vibrant orange glow set on the waves above. It’s better than the silent colors of this hospital, Blues and greens The people who choose the colors that heal. Green for life? Blue for comfort? Purple strips to hide the stains. Horrific cries Wanting to hold him close in my arms, To take this misery away. Glowing particle emission, with such harmonious discord, To keep death at its bay.