The lights too quickly faded from my life,
As though time finally stopped trying to
keep me alive,
The doctors came today, and quoted, nearly sadly,
That 1 hadn't any longer to live.
That was all, though they said they were very sorry,
If only they had known a little sooner,
What miracle could pour forth from their already
over extended minds.
So this is it, one day sitting on a cloud,
The next, counting each day on a prayer,
And everybody is kindly quiet around me,
As though noise would hasten my demise.
What of my Creator, is it really true,
That 1 could just go without a wish,
Drawn back to where 1 began,
Without even a sign to point the way.
I guess I had better be brave,
So that the ones I love will cope;
But silence is almost like a trap,
A death knell,
A voiceless, silent death.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
The lights too quickly faded from my life,
As though time finally stopped trying to
keep me alive,
The doctors came today, and quoted, nearly sadly,
That 1 hadn't any longer to live.
That was all, though they said they were very sorry,
If only they had known a little sooner,
What miracle could pour forth from their already
over extended minds.
So this is it, one day sitting on a cloud,
The next, counting each day on a prayer,
And everybody is kindly quiet around me,
As though noise would hasten my demise.
What of my Creator, is it really true,
That 1 could just go without a wish,
Drawn back to where 1 began,
Without even a sign to point the way.
I guess I had better be brave,
So that the ones I love will cope;
But silence is almost like a trap,
A death knell,
A voiceless, silent death.