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
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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