Another day of anguished waiting
My earthly life, now put on hold
Another day, that I am hating
Of my death, I have been told
My life is now an hour glass
My days, those grains of sand
Veiled by tears, I watch them pass
As I am funneled, to my end
I cannot slow or stop the flow
Each grain, thus bleeds my heart
All earthly things, I should let go
But I'm yet, not ready to depart
My sorrow strikes like lightning
Piercing bolts of what’s to come
My doubts and fears keep heightening
Until deaths hand does me succumb
In this world, I’m just a speck
My life, sifting into death
As that last grain, slips past the neck
I’ll take my final breathe
I wonder if, I’ll fly on wings
Or be prodded by a scythe
Will my remorse, then save my soul
When I am forced, to leave this life
BOEMS BY JA 498
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
Another day of anguished waiting
My earthly life, now put on hold
Another day, that I am hating
Of my death, I have been told
My life is now an hour glass
My days, those grains of sand
Veiled by tears, I watch them pass
As I am funneled, to my end
I cannot slow or stop the flow
Each grain, thus bleeds my heart
All earthly things, I should let go
But I'm yet, not ready to depart
My sorrow strikes like lightning
Piercing bolts of what’s to come
My doubts and fears keep heightening
Until deaths hand does me succumb
In this world, I’m just a speck
My life, sifting into death
As that last grain, slips past the neck
I’ll take my final breathe
I wonder if, I’ll fly on wings
Or be prodded by a scythe
Will my remorse, then save my soul
When I am forced, to leave this life
BOEMS BY JA 498
My friend and neighbor was under palliative care, WAITING.
