Ghost, River, Gaze, Erase, Tender, Cold.
Memories of you,
Ripple across my thoughts.
Your smile ,
Your gaze —
Though I suppose both were cold to my touch—
I still hope you felt something.
Something to be haunted by,
So the ghost of my laughter keeps you up at night—
I know you don’t care.
So don’t pretend to be tender,
You acted like my hands hurt you,
As If I forced your skin to bleed,
As if I dug that swiss army knife in between,
The crevices of your skin,
Just to see how deep it could go.
You drowned yourself,
In that river of despair,
And cried about how I put you there—
You ignored my help and erased my welcoming presence–
So I’ll return the favour.
I’ll leave you in the back of my mind.
I don’t need you now so,
Why do the memories of you,
Ripple across my thoughts.
Your smile ,
Your gaze —
Though I suppose you never cared at all.
Two cats saw the end of the world.
Both felt its pain—
They hid in alleys,
Keeping the shadows at bay,
But the visions that haunted them,
Still remained.
Both found homes,
Comforting and fulfilling—
Yet both dealt with the end of the world—
So differently.
One saw it as a reminder of death.
All would shrivel,
Nothing would remain,
Everything would be replaced by pain.
The other,
Saw it as a reminder of life.
All the hunger and strife,
All the beauty and light,
Swirl together until neither one is right.
Two cats saw the end of the world—
One passed it by,
The other felt as if she had already died.
A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice,
But I did it twice
Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...
But cigarettes
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,
Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see
Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine
To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails
Some 2 dozen meds
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,
Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It get ever close to "All yea, hope abandon"
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.
I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.
A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice,
But I did it twice
Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...
But cigarettes
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,
Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see
Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine
To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails
Some 2 dozen meds
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,
Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It gets ever closer to;
"All Yea who enter, hope abandon."
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.
I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.
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