...Metastasis
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/I2Fy2-kTyCI?t=12
Of what is there left to care?
My universe a barren plateau of disrepair
Churning thoughts
Burdened memories for all we fought
Distraught
A snapshot image, in my mind I rewind
Where are all the broken pieces of the sweet memories I can’t seem to find?
Little shards, sharp with emotional turmoil
As you slipped effortlessly off this mortal coil
Chemo, radiation, everyday approached with trepidation
Watching you in distress, finding no salvation
An impossible position
Letting you go was my only decision
Hating myself for letting you pass
Mourning --for at peace I know you are, at last
In my thoughts of Caribbean blue
This is the last shard I have
The last time you said I love you…
My universe a barren plateau of disrepair
Churning thoughts
Burdened memories for all we fought
Distraught
A snapshot image, in my mind I rewind
Where are all the broken pieces of the sweet memories I can’t seem to find?
Little shards, sharp with emotional turmoil
As you slipped effortlessly off this mortal coil
Chemo, radiation, everyday approached with trepidation
Watching you in distress, finding no salvation
An impossible position
Letting you go was my only decision
Hating myself for letting you pass
Mourning --for at peace I know you are, at last
In my thoughts of Caribbean blue
This is the last shard I have
The last time you said I love you…
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, September 19, 2020.
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Author's Note:
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On Sunday, September 20, 2020, TropicalSnowstorm
(1580) wrote:
Well constructed piece about a painful subject. If this is based on personal experience, I hope the introspection moves on to self-forgiveness quickly. It is rare someone has no regrets about how they handle the end...there is always something not said or done, because that is how it works. It doesn't make that person guilty. Ciao, T/S