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Everyone Is Gone......Celestially Unscheduled (Or Forgotten)

My mother simply laid down battling fatigue

The newborn was quite ill, fevers burning his little body

Our prayers one day fully answered the baby became well

How my mother worried so now the time for reward

My mother simply laid down battling fatigue.

 

Destiny and fates architect finished the blueprints

Somewhere decisions were reached regarding me

My mother simply laid down.....

And now stares through me in the ICU

Destiny and fates architect finished the blueprints.

 

So begins an unstoppable descent into the sadness of madness

My father stared through me in the ICU

\"Promise me if your mom asks I\'m not in an ICU....\"

\"Promise me if your dad asks I\'m getting better.....\"

So begins an unstoppable descent into the sadness of madness.

 

Will I lose them both, it seemed like a sick prank of impossible 

In my head I heard my mother call my name

Instant response I was to her bedside

All the numbers kept falling, rest of the family I\'m calling

Will I lose them both, it seemed like a sick prank of impossible

 

Question marks where there were numbers

Loud alarms, people and equipment just appearing

Time stopped, I saw it all concluded when the time was called

My poetry turned to writing the obituary

Question marks where there were numbers

 

My father asked me why did God take the healthy instead of the sick

A rare disease decided to amp up bringing along a friend named cancer

Studied martial arts, stayed in shape, made women stop and double take

Now stares through me in the ICU.......

My father asked me why did God take the healthy instead of the sick

 

So quick it seemed I was called up again

My father himself to tell me of what the angels said is to come

His understanding of having to leave the planet

Then in a blink he spoke gibberish until sleep arrived....and stayed

So quick it seemed I was called up again

 

My poetry turned again to scribe the obituary

Why did I lose them both so close, a sick prank of the impossible?

I squeezed the hand of the love of my life, she kept me intact

The one thing I know I got right, my undying love just for her

My poetry turned, yes again, to scribe HER obituary

 

This must be a nightmare surely I\'ll soon wake

Only thirty years old she was thirty-three

Taken from her family, stolen from me

The torture was only going to get worse

This must be a nightmare surely I\'ll soon wake

 

 

My mother did not wake

My father did not wake

My fiance did not wake

Yet, keep me here with the suffering,........

 

They say time heals all, they must\'ve forgot to schedule me

I\'m wearing an older man\'s skin now

But the wounds and scars are as raw as yesterday

No family for support, no life\'s love caress

They say time heals all, then may I ask what of me?

 

2023