The Weight of Sin and Death

I know you are here My old, friend Hoovering til I cover My nakedness With warmth What is to bring me comfort In this life of storm All this grief That clings to form I'm tired, so sleepy I believe I will rest Not now my love I must confess I can NOT endure your ....truth Wait...I thought you knew me Why do you push me toward The very thing I loathe A roaring fire Some wine A nice, pink, bath robe You have no heart Ideals and illusions Leading down a path Of elliptical conclusions ....never panning out Fools gold I've been sold Way too old To be told ....truth....with any value No, no, I will not lend an ear I need to sleep Medicine will take me quick It's prescribed Rest is essential I haven't the will....to fight Fight!?! That's not right When did I fight What's there to fight When the doctor is right ....I must rest Truth stands erect Brazen, naked, on My resting bed She won't be denied My old, trusted friend ...lied ......would have rejoiced ............if I had died....yet I remain With a life, and a hell of a lot to gain. Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-23-2022