“ 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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