Trying to lighten the press of years
curbing self-pitying tears
my grip on sanity tenuous
the act of smiling strenuous
for a while now I’ve wanted to leave
give my body a reprieve
my soul has long since left
my aching bones bereft
my kids visit begrudgingly
albeit acting lovingly
easy to sense when somethings not real
I send out a silent appeal
Persuade the doctors to let me go
my quality of life is gone, you know
the stroke has robbed me of many joys
much more than even I realise
I can no longer touch
I want to so much
not able to read or write
trapped, stolen, my sight
Ironically I can only communicate with my eyes
and their pleading for you to quicken my demise
an extra pill now and then
a wrong dose of medicine
I resent your care
the way my grandkids stare
this home is my cell
can’t you tell?
Let me fall into a deep sleep
you won’t hear a sound, not a peep
I’ll go knowing, I was wrong, your love was real
you finally heard my silent appeal
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
Trying to lighten the press of years
curbing self-pitying tears
my grip on sanity tenuous
the act of smiling strenuous
for a while now I’ve wanted to leave
give my body a reprieve
my soul has long since left
my aching bones bereft
my kids visit begrudgingly
albeit acting lovingly
easy to sense when somethings not real
I send out a silent appeal
Persuade the doctors to let me go
my quality of life is gone, you know
the stroke has robbed me of many joys
much more than even I realise
I can no longer touch
I want to so much
not able to read or write
trapped, stolen, my sight
Ironically I can only communicate with my eyes
and their pleading for you to quicken my demise
an extra pill now and then
a wrong dose of medicine
I resent your care
the way my grandkids stare
this home is my cell
can’t you tell?
Let me fall into a deep sleep
you won’t hear a sound, not a peep
I’ll go knowing, I was wrong, your love was real
you finally heard my silent appeal