Who Will Help Them Now?

by Ð맆îñ¥   Apr 17, 2005


Death is waiting for me
It’s just around the corner
The flames are smothering
I’m too hot in this sauna

Too many hands held out to help
Can’t figure them out this time
My voice is numb; I can’t finish my song
Still moving but life’s a mime

Final thoughts are absent
All I think of is ‘oh no’
My tyres are punctured
I can no longer drive; I’m in tow

Life seeps out as I straddle the water
Wounds glitter beneath, proof that I fought her
The silky scarf drifts life a crimson ribbon floating
My final stand, no more gloating

Wrapped in life’s gift, I pray once more
Forgotten beliefs, meanings I never saw
At least not until this dying day
So many words and none now can I say

Eternities I have struggled in my fight
Always avoiding my own blood’s sight
I looked only for the wounded souls
Life in shatters, hearts full of holes

But it is my heart that is ripped to pieces
Took on their suffering as my life ceases
Am I the only one who heals but dies?
I thought life was right and that death cries

As I carried them from its jaws
Lost them their pains and took on their chores
What a fool one like I can be
Who will help them now there’s no me

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