Notes About The Poem
I wrote this after sitting beside my father for the day when his continual morphine injection was not delivered at all because the machine had broken, and tried to use as many approaches as possible to ease the pain. It tore me to bits. I love dad.
This Pain This Cancer This Death
This pain, not today, I can’t do this pain,
And I feel I’m never going to mend.
It’s severe, immediate, 100%,
As it slowly takes me toward my end.
My back is a rage, my hands and mouth,
My legs and feet, my head.
This pain’s a paralysis keeping me still,
All I can do is lie in this bed.
Now I’m dying each day, alone with pain,
Alone in this fight to the death,
As this cancer slowly devours me,
Devouring every beautiful breath.
And each time I try to go to sleep,
To the World I say a little goodbye,
Goodbye to every little thing that I was,
Goodbye to the cry and I sigh.
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