Propped up like a puppet strung to strings
Hanging on to life, painfully breathing
I see glimpses of the boy I knew
Now clawing for life
You writhe and dip, can barely speak
And when you do I can't make sense of it
But I don't cry
Gone is the glimmer in your eyes
Gone even element of surprise
Tired, embattled, you fought death
Now weak and spent, needing rest
A prayer swells for you as I walk away
Comments
Yume1254 | February 3, 2012 - 19:11
Intriguing poem.
I like the sentiment of not crying when unable to make sense of something - it made me think.
Y.
Verdana | February 4, 2012 - 16:43
Emotions are mitigated by everything we're taking in all at once sometimes. Really appreciate your comment.