in the deepest part of hell, my demons taunt and tease, i have no weapon, nor will
it is dark, it is cold, there is no light, i have lost all hope
i have dreamt my last dream, there is no longer a reason for being, only futility
tears flow incessantly, the anguish to deep, no respite in wake or sleep, no place to hide
cruel is the moment, you realize the nightmare is when you wake, sleep is the hell with no escape
the pain is too great, an emotional causality of a soul destroyed, i am insane with pain
my safe harbor has burned, my sanctuary destroyed, i no longer have a bastion where i can feel no pain
mother never stop loving me, i will be a good boy, a good son, your little prince, god, my lord, give her back to me, don't let her die, … please.
Written April 21, 1998 as my mother lay dying on her bed of breast cancer
#130 2019.04.15