tonight there is a girl on the 8th bed by the nurses' station
tonight her life is hanging on a dangling rope like a successful suicide attempt
tonight i have questions i have blinked back into my pounding head
tonight her body is an empty casket
i fill my emptiness with words i have heard in a hollow class
recall is a song i will sing to the imaginary uprising of her chest
my hands have compressed so many non inflatable chests
i have asked God so many times how one knows that his will is done
there is so much hope
beneath your closing lids
tonight there are no measures to measure the lengths of lives we have left
tonight our lives are paths no one has walked on before
if i could buy your life with the shillings of a church's donation basket
tonight i would trade your life with mine
tonight i would let you taste what normal for a day feels like
tonight seeing you leave is a total shock
tonight
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