The Sound of Pain
I wake to the sound of a women with pain.
Her chest hurts and beats like the pouring rain.
Her mind drifts off as she hollars and moans.
What you hear sounds like your own.
The pain within and out you.
Makin you twist and turn not knowin wat to do.
As they lower her body in the chair.
Her shouts and yells fill the air.
Not knowin wat to do next I pray to God awaken him from his rest.
As I stand by and watch my step dad.
The look on his face was blank like I had.
Not knowin wat happen while we rested.
I pray to God for her blessin is wat I did.
Hoping she will be ok.
Wishin that God will keep her safe in a special way.
Not being able to go back to sleep I write.
Reflecting on the colors I saw as I woke green and white.
My heart cries for her and dad's too.
I pray blessings on her thats wat I do.
Lifting her body in the truck.
I only wish I were awake to help her damn my luck.
The pain gets worse and worse.
As she cries jus grippin her purse.
Away she goes off in their care.
All I can do is stand side by side my dad and stare.
It's over done there's nothing we can do.
Shes in their care and God's too.
I stare into the distance as they pull away.
All I can do is wait and pray for a brighter today.
God shes in your hands.
Take her, love her, cure her I know you can.
As I sit here and write.
I pray to God once again hoping shes alright.
Copyright © Tanisha Morris | Year Posted 2006
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