“Hurting...Hopeless…Helpless…Hollow”
05/03/13
As
always to my very friends and constant, patient loyal readers,
I
Hurting…Hopeless…Helpless…Hollow.
Illness adds to constant pain uncaring,
until the soul cries out past all despairing.
Suspicious of the many pills that I must swallow
waiting—always waiting—for some benefit to follow.
II
Wanting...Won’dring...Worried...Waiting
for a medication that will dry my tears,
calm a fevered mind and soothe all fevered fears;
ever hoping against hope that illnesses and searing
pain will be soon abating.
III
Sleepless…Sweating…Suff’ring…Shamed.
Too familiar is that old man’s sweated smell
that makes my clothes and linens stink as well.
I no longer know what should be blamed;
Some lapse of character—perhaps--or the savaging of
agonies, untamed?
IV
Silence…Sleepless…Saddened…Stressed.
My poor, poor Daisy’s sick as well, and suffers too.
Exhausted, neither of us know what to do.
In pain and chills, I hardly have the strength now
just to shower, and to get dressed.
I pray—Oh Lord—to heal us all, and grant us rest.
V
Pardon…Prayers…Petitioned…Peace,
oh Lord, for dreaded pain, and panic’s end.
Please send Your blessed angels to attend;
protect, defend, and ever grant us ease.
Oh please oh Lord let joy and happiness in full
return,
I pray make all pain and illness cease.
End
Please know, my very precious friends that I think
of you so very often, and that your pain and distress and sense of loss truly
hurts my heart.
Conversely, whenever you may have a good day, are in
lessened or no pain, I welcome it with gladness.
Further, I wish for you safety, security, and that
you need never know want, and can better enjoy life.
I wish so much for you easy, and untroubled days,
peaceful afternoons, and nights of blissful and restorative sleep.
Most of all, my dearest friends, I wish you be in
full surrounded by family, friends (and pets!), who love you for the amazing
and special person that you are (and…have always been!)
And
please always know that I love you dearly!
‘Zahc’
