Remembering A Life
To remember you by these last minutes, last seconds, and the last throes,
As life dances between both worlds.
The tethers that binds between the light and its impending darkness,
Life did not create such unkindness,
Like saying these last goodbyes,
To a dying sister, or my father clinging to the steel railings of the bed posts,
As the pain of colon cancer is dragging him away from the world of the living into,
Whatever cliffs or pits he is falling into,
Dissolving like a draining chemical of a poison or a drug he is being dragged away into unconciousness,
These final moments, when love is not enought the comforting words to calm the seas tempests of a drowning man.
And you are man, a God of living emotions, loving devotions, to your sister or father watched,
As if the final embraced between lovers,
Isn't good enought,
As you are watching the final hurdle,
The final straw that catches the runner in the finish lines,
And the hours, minutes and seconds drowned into insignificance, mute anger that raced into misunderstandings,
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