He says hes been dreaming about being in Hell
He's been crying out to God through the look in his eyes
and the painful sighs under his breathe
He holds her the same
Kisses her the same
But she's just a shadow of her former self.
The sun shines, but only casts doubt.
He says hes been dreaming about older days
and claims hes okay
but he stumbles on his words
and slurs his every move,
trying to cover his breathe with jokes and laughter.
But no matter how much he laughs
He can't escape this hell,
more visible and real with every tick of the clock.
You never know when it's going to stop.
tick
tock
tick
tock
He says hes been dreaming about better times
when they held each others hands,
not their lives.
when she used to talk and laugh and walk
when she used to cry and dance and wave from afar
and welcome him with a warm embrace.
and they would whisper and thank the lord for each other's return.
Now he never leaves.
Never sleeps.
Only breathes, when she breathes
Counts every rise in her chest
and remembers when he knew her best.
He says he's been dreaming about being in hell
and I believe him.
I wrote this poem when my Auntie was in the hospital, dying of a disease that she has been battling for most of her life. I stayed the night at my uncle's house, and I was awoken several times in the night by blood curdling screams. I realized it was my uncle. I didn't get much sleep that night.
The next day I asked him what he was dreaming about.
He said he was dreaming that he was in Hell.
My auntie passed away that evening.