My fight has lasted far too long,
and I simply cannot go any further.
This disease has taken all I have,
yet the doctors say I can't be helped.
So here's to giving up,
and here's to lying down.
This world is a cruel place,
but I may not be here long.
So if tomorrow I do not wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take.

I love the way it hurts,
and I hate the way it heals.
For when the wounds do heal
a scar is always left behind.

When you ask me:” who am I?”
My heart breaks and I begin to cry
Alzheimer’s has taken over your mind
But I will be with you till the end of our time.
I will wash your face and comb your hair
Cook and clean – “I don’t care “.
We had made a vow for better and worse
So I’ll take care of you and won’t hire a nurse.
I may have to remind you every day
Of memories that may have slipped away.
I know that if the tables were turned, every border you would burn
Just to keep our love alive, and keep me by your side.
This sickness may affect your mind, but I’ll open the doors every time.
I will remind you of the good times and the bad times
The happy times and the sad times.
I will be your television screen and show you everything in between
Although you may have that faraway look and your eyes may be glazed
When you do remember I stay amazed.
Because you have a smile from ear to ear
And you look at me and say: “I love you dear “.
© L . RAMS 11115

A hospital isn't a home
There's no room for emotions - and no space to cry
A hospital isn't a home
There's no hugs and kisses - and no one knows why

A hospital isn't a home
And does anyone really care
A hospital isn't a home
But I can't be anywhere but here

The open windows
that look gently
into your eyes
are now gleaming
with nothing
but
a dead-ended path
to an unknown and
unwanted world.

The tears that I
could have dried
from the bellowing
emptiness or the
impending crack
on your nowhere
heart.

The string of pearls
that would have
looked perfectly calm
on your ragged breaths
and purple-dyed veins.

The brittle bones
of your fingers
that should have held
the pen and drew words
and written images with
are now dusts on
my empty shelves.

The world is nothing
but cruel.

The closed casket
that locked your deep
brown eyes
form the rest of the
enemies and the
goodness
of  humanity.

The empty IV dripping
with nothing
but the
the dreams, the nightmares,
the tears, the plans
of the lost and
the ******.

My dearest,
where are you?

Hold me close
and make me feel
the tiny patches of
coldness in your bruised
skins. Hold me close
and make me hear
the cries that I could
never console.
Hold me close and
read this with me.

I'm sick
I'm illness
I'm incurable

I'm the vile thing inside your mind that crawls out one ear and in the other
I'm your filthy little fantasy that comes running after you with a knife
I'm bloodthirsty butterflies you naively tried to catch in your "innocence"

I'm sick
I'm dark
I'm twisted

I'm the current under the still water calm dragging you down with me
I'm ash after the fire that clings to your clothes and sticks inside your lungs
I'm your reflection in the mirror of the parts you don't want to see magnified

I'm sick
I'm poison
I'm the broken
                    pieces of souls, collected

I never it made it to the moon back
Think I was just trapped
In one perspective
Two three four
Exponentially growing
Like the vines
Against an old brick wall
That tell a story
There’s history hidden in its creaks
There’s hidden lies
In the curves of her lips
And on her hips
And the she lies awake
Because she can barley sleep
Waiting just to die
She lies dormant
In a past state of mind
Or do you think she’s completely lost her mind
Must be scary to deal
With that kind of fight
Can’t be happy waking up knowing not a single bird in sight
Tell me what happened to her life?

My body is roiling and boiling and I'm spoiling for a fight
My hands shake with a grief locked in future, please suture the cuts the blood is a flood and all I see is red
Lay me down to bed, and lower me back to the earth let a there be birth from my bones