Tackled life with my bare hands, now blistered with successes and grief
Lying stiff as the dead, staring through greenheart
Racing thoughts boil my blood now oozing from the hole in my heart
I place my hand to stop the leak, only to inflict further pain to myself
A crack, that that turned to a leak, and has now morphed to a hole
Years of tapping pain, has reached like a flood seeking a container, but there is none
“Bondage bandage” no help for me, as my life seeps
Reaching my bloody hand to ones I love, but to no avail, my hand trespasses their path
Even weaker, my now cold body, almost “life less” wriggles slowly and steadily to the end of the bed
Attentive ears scan the air just for a voice, a sound of hope even
Dimming eyes seek the color of light, yet…my mind has sufficed the thought of a lonely tunnel
Cold, dark, windy, and futile
My end is nearing, as the last pint of blood oozes further
I slightly raise my head to behold a “stopper”
“It’s big enough to stop the leak! Wide enough to heal it quick”
I felt all hope was lost, as I made comfortable my dying body for its eternal position
I found faith again…reminded that I had something to life for…
To live for…another day, unlike today
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