Is it death?
It isn't that bad.
From the roads and rush
Horns and noise,
To this serenity
And eternal silence .


Time to rest
As the sun within me sets,
My time on earth ceases.


They will be fine, I hope
My love , don't you cry
Take care of my little angels


Strange reluctance
Throughout my body.
Too tired to open my eyes
But I must see this,
New world
New life.



I see the white
I hear the silence
I feel the shivering
Across my heart.


The white room
The white bed
In between
I am the living dead


This isn't death
But surely is worse.
I see their anxious eyes
Waiting for me to wake.

Truth thrown at me like pebbles
Pain that I have to take.


As the morphine
Fades away ,
Burn sharpened from
Knee to thigh.


Heart crumbles in pain
Not for the lost leg
But for the coming days.



I wish I was dead
But a burden I remain.