I ne'er would wish upon a soul this curse,
That tarried not to take me to the brink
Of contemplating ambulance or hearse,
And thence to rob me of the will to think ~~
My body broken, sprawled atop a bed,
Where medics paused to gander and go by,
A curio, a prize of ornate lead,
An empty husk, yet still a knowing eye ~~
And thence, the irony, a crueller fate
Befell another I should never meet,
For them, redemption mayhap came too late,
For me, no time was ever so replete ~~
My life is owed eternally to thee,
Thy life lives on eternally in me ~~
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
I ne'er would wish upon a soul this curse,
That tarried not to take me to the brink
Of contemplating ambulance or hearse,
And thence to rob me of the will to think ~~
My body broken, sprawled atop a bed,
Where medics paused to gander and go by,
A curio, a prize of ornate lead,
An empty husk, yet still a knowing eye ~~
And thence, the irony, a crueller fate
Befell another I should never meet,
For them, redemption mayhap came too late,
For me, no time was ever so replete ~~
My life is owed eternally to thee,
Thy life lives on eternally in me ~~
