In My Own Poem by Jerry Thomas

Before me are two vessels,
Filled cups; one clear, one grey.
One brimming life and beauty,
One steeped in death, decay.

My soul desires with thirst,
The love, the healing, hope.
Yet my hand grasps for the other,
The shackles, chain.., the rope..

As in dream I gulp the poison,
I know won't satisfy.
And each drop that I swallow,
I know will make me die.

With each new day that passes,
I long this nightmare gone.
For when a hand much stronger,
Sets the clear cup in my own.