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