Why?
When I saw him I cried, I don’t understand,
He’s nothing but a shell;
There’s nothing left behind his eyes,
He’s trapped in his own hell;
I see the pain and distance there,
He’s not the one I knew;
As a tear falls down I whisper,
“There’s nothing left of you”
I don’t even know him, He’s changed so much,
He’s tainted by disease and death;
Where is the cowboy I knew so well,
He shudders as he takes a breath.
Even breathing seems to hurt him,
Why does it take so long?
Why is he plagued with this pain?
Where did life go so wrong?
So many questions unanswered,
Life is to precious, you know;
One minute it’s here and the next it’s gone,
His heartbeat seems to slow.
As a tear gathers in his pain streaked eye,
I know he’s letting go;
There’s nothing left to live for,
He’s saying bye I know.
I hold his hand and tell him,
Not to hold on for me;
I’ll be okay and he can go,
And soon he will be free.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
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