“Please…Why?”
09/07/13
As
always, to my dear, dear friends, and ever-loyal readers,
“Please…Why?”
Please…why is it when dire, infectious illness wends
as slowly as it slowly wanes,
all kinds of miseried things—instead—fly in;
like roving migraines, more deep despair, and
unrelenting stomach pains,
that seek some measure of ascendency, there, to
lasting, dwell within?
A painful, heavy aspirant congestion remains,
and constant coughing from a—now-- too-raspy throat
allows rank fatigue to settle in, while dark
depression reigns.
Somehow, these small, attendant evils gloat.
As though dipped in molten fire, my extremities jump,
and have not stopped,
and I still have not an appetite for food;
I sit in silence, with coffee that I’ve spilled, and
burn marks from the cigarettes I’ve dropped.
Oh well…perhaps some weight loss will do me good.
In feeling ill—somehow—has been uncapped an endless
well of sorrow
that reduces all my once-fond hopes to smoke and
dreams.
I briefly doze throughout the day, in hopes I will
feel a little better, when I awake, tomorrow.
Despite all the antibiotic use—for now—as useless,
there is no relief it seems.
My jumbled, scattered prayers are mumbled to a God I
cannot see,
for wellness, for financial help to make it to
month’s end.
Is there a cure for loneliness, I ask, most
wistfully?
And that some blissful, monetary help descend.
I always keep you in my heart, because I always pray
for illness-end, and health returned, and that all
pain and need will cease;
I do this for my dearest, kindest friends at M.D.J.
That you—too—may find true happiness and a lasting
peace at least.
How often have I come to you in pain, to always find
you there?
How often have I cried for all of us, for everything
which we should enjoy in full, but lack?
How often have I turned to you, my dearest friends,
to seek your heartfelt, loving care?
Please always, know I think of you so very often,
and that I love you dearly,
‘Zahc’.
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