The river of tears that had flowed last night,
Had really started on the third of January this year --
Ecclesiastical angels took my adopted Nana away.
I joined our friends and adopted family,
Needing to group in our time of grief.
Then I continue my studies and med appointments --
Remembering her in my daily life;
Insisting everything would be fine.
Catastrophe sets in as my best friend is hospitalized --
And though serious, I cannot divulge,
That would breach her confidentiality –
Escort her during her time of need.
Relief from troubles do not cease:
Escape into the abyss of my night dreams --
And further and further do I fall,
Sadly, my treatments, have again been postponed.
Onward I trudge, feeling weaker and weaker --
Negotiations with doctors fall on deaf ears:
Soon, one day, I will be rid of this human pain.
Bucolic paintings transpire in my mind --
Everlasting dreams swirl in daylight,
Hues of colour brush upon a virgin canvas:
Injustices mix with a frenzied palette --
Neurosis juxtaposed between cloth and mind,
Deliver images hidden beneath my soul.
Mystery of life is my poet’s proverbial question --
Yesterdays years are today’s present.
Between you and I, “I see dead people!”
In every black/white/colour photo I posses --
Really wondering what constitutes
The Fates extending my strings.
However did I make it this far?
Daily living in constant pain --
And finding strength to continue on:
Year after year, pass through graveyards.
But now is the time to shine all day --
Life is really to meant to celebrate,
Until the day of our death.
Everlasting life is the internal dream --
So, let’s smile and rejoice and still scream!
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