I'm wondering why,
God betrayed religion,
So blatantly,
Why there's nothing,
The doctors can do,
Absolutely nothing,
Why they never told me,
"He hasn't got long",
Why I won't be able to say,
"I love you",
Enough times,
Before his blood runs cold,
Why the air doesn't fill me,
With life,
But with nausea,
*Couldn't it all just be okay?
©Nicola-Isobel H. 14.01.2011