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I don't want to be consumed by this
I don't want to be consumed by this
The dreaded fear from this deadly kiss
I don't want to be consumed by this
I wake each morning with hopeful bliss
I don't want to be consumed by this
Every moment I'm going to miss
I don't want to be consumed by this
Weakened legs and thinning wrists
I don't want to be consumed by this
To lose those hugs and ability to kiss
I don't want to be consumed by this
My screaming mind but silent hiss
I don't want to be consumed by this
With moments for us to reminisce
I don't want to be consumed by this
Everyone of you I'm going to miss
No, it's true, I don't want to end up like this
But if I do, whatever's next will be simply bliss
I wrote this poem because I fear everyday my life may take a similar path in which my Dads life took. I fear the illness he had and I think I will every single day of my life. For a moment I felt my emotions and I wrote this poem. I hope it does not offend. Everything I write is from the soul of my heart.
Much love
Beth xxx
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