Thursday, July 12, 2012

" When There Are No Pills To Take "






  When There Are No Pills To Take 





07/12/12





I





When there are no pills to take

though illness adds its agony to constant pain.

When can I—trembling—take my opiates again?

Until the clock agrees, I must endure, and wait.





II



When there are no friends to care.

And I am left alone, afraid;

for all around me seems a masquerade; (1)

my mask—removed—shows no familiar face,

but blackness there.





III



When there are no hopes that last,

for endless pain corrupts both space and time

to negate all future plans sublime;

when medication times become reality at last.





IV



When there are no words to pray

for restful sleep, and end of pain;

to have Your guardian angels descend, remain.

My Savior, fashion words for me to say.





V



When there are no cures in sight,

my pain and illnesses will never go away;

so I, in gratitude, turn to my dearest friends at MDJ,

to care and comfort me both day and night.





End


(1)     ‘Strenuba’, “Masquerade”, MDJunction, 2012.  I urge you, gentle readers, to read, and follow my friend, ‘Strenuba’s most powerful, and compelling poetry; I ever find myself greatly moved by his frank (though, sometimes, brutal) honesty; for there is undeniable truth there, and I find a stark beauty in his work, and a meaning which never loses its sense of power and emotion.



To my very, very special friends, and ever-loyal, constant readers, please, please always know I love you,



‘Zahc’/Charles

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