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Death You Hold a Scythe Over Me
Death you hold a scythe over me
i have waited for you
there is no trepidation here
i am a paucity of patience
i welcome you
the engine is long tired, hurting
parts not available to replace
i do not wish to shatter into pieces
in some long race to a finish line
i wish to leave somewhat sound
free of this pain i have carried
for far too long
where once i was lost in play
i suffer now across the spectrum
i seek the freedom you are
not a future burden to loved ones
capable now of only menial tasks
it is time to leave
Byron was observant to the facts
we are in need of no more roving
reason and logic fail to see otherwise
Death you hold the scythe over me
you are the only anodyne
that will forever free me
of this mortal agony
that fills my sorrow with the dawn
where i slumber in the nightmare
bring me the immortality
with the memory of long ago
escaping the cacoon
wings unfolding
the gentle breeze that birthed
a horizon beckoning freedom
veins filled with joy
heart bathed in happiness
my prayers now plead
this must come to its finality
Death lower thy scythe
Death set me free of this
mortal coil
let me wander those elysian fields
promised in my first breath
and make room for two because
the next one to tell me
God may have one more thing
for me to do
will be joining us
OKC 8/22
Last year over 60% of drug overdoses were those who medically suffered from chronic pain. In my personal life, I have known two such individuals. The ending is almost a direct quote from one and I fully understand its somewhat harsh tone. Such good Intentions rub many wrongs, believe me. Lately, I have been studying Plath-Assia Wevill-Sexton-Woolf suicides but those were different reasons involving depression, not pain. Some of those, in my opinion, painted themselves into a corner they could not escape. Sad because all of them were talented poets. I worked in hospitals and am quite familiar with the agony pain presents in many cases where the outcome is assured, death. I live in chronic pain and 13 years ago left the treatment with opioids behind. I had help in finding a way out but we all are not the same and all cannot achieve this method. More states need to adopt the avenues available as in Oregon....hospital rooms are a better alternative to overdosing in the streets. We are kinder to horses with broken legs than humans dying for days with a bag of morphine dripping them thru days of agony.
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Timothy Ray
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