He always had the visible signs of
Grief
He doubled in pain
His sweat-drenched body
Limp
His eyes shut, he couldn't
Keep them open for long
And when I said he was
The lucky one
They told me to shut up
Not say such cruel things
And continued to nurse him
Fill bottle after bottle
With hot water
Place Eau de Colonged cloth
On forehead
Force syrup and pill
Down throat
Change menus to suit
Patient's needs
And I?
How did I cope with grief?
Not that they ever
Bothered to ask
Or notice
Well, I sealed my thoughts
Like a murder scene
I became more and more
Silent
And even though paper
Beats rock
Silence doesn't beat
Noise
Whimpers, shouts
Sounds of pain
But silence is all I had
And words
Words that filled
Pages
Words that no one
Read
Words that cried out for
Help.
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