The hospice

by | Mar 30, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

I wait inside this hospice
For death to come inside
My wife she comes to visit
Her tears she tries to hide

Silent words they come
From deep within her eyes
Each day of my survival
Delighted, but surprised

How much longer must I put
My loved ones through this grief
How much longer till the day
They lay the final wreath

‘ How are you today ‘
The Doctors always ask
A pretty silly thing to say
Don’t envy them their task

I’m feeling such a burden
Dependent on their skills
Tending to my every need
They must have iron wills

I pray each night to not awake
I ask it of the Nurse
Increase my dose of morphine
To end this cancer curse

But their task’s to save a life
Not cut my journey short
If only I was able
This mission I’d abort

Words of comfort reach me
Repeated every day
My loved ones I don’t envy
They don’t know what to say

I had to laugh this morning
A card it came around
‘ Get well soon ‘ it said to me
I’ll have it on my mound

I woke this morning knowing
My day it had arrived
An inner voice within me
Prepared me for the slide

I slid into a coma
Late this afternoon
But still I saw my relatives
Gathered in my room

You don’t need eyes to see such love
My soul already risen
I looked down on my family
Released from Worldly prison

My wife she clasped my hand
But little did she know
My shell was lying on the bed
Whilst I was in the glow

I want to tell her sorry
For ending life like this
For leaving her alone and sad
She gave me one last kiss

‘ Time of death recorded ‘
By Doctors standing near
‘ Your Husbands pain is over ‘
They whisper in her ear

I know she’ll join me one day
United then we’ll be
Together on our journey
The way it’s meant to be

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