The Wait

Sitting in these uniform white 
halls…
Waiting for that dreaded 
bacterial call...
Each time just another Everest 
height fall…
Running out of time, just trying 
to cling to our pain,
Every filthy prolonging lie like a 
sterile acid rain,
Praying that before your clock 
chimes, God unlocks your 
chains
Every tornado twist of my heart 
like a tsunami’s initial rain of 
relief,
Just giving way to one more 
catastrophic hurricane of my 
grief
The times my heart doesn’t 
shatter with selfish love are 
brief,
Nurse’s news ravaging our 
souls, trying to turn you to the 
church, 
Before you expire into infection, 
through purgatory gates you 
lurch
A way to get that closure, to 
have found sanity in my love to 
end my search,
Just the thought, to my 
tattered heart like a mercury 
stake,
Snatching you from demon’s 
and angel’s arms, I insist it’s all 
a mistake,
But I know inside, their current 
plan for us is just to harshly 
take…

**Dedicated to Paul Hellewell**

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