My soul is mellow
The hues of this eve sallow
And the old moon a queer
Shade of yellow.
Your life seems to be drifting
On a stream so silent
That my breathing seems labored
My heartbeats clamored
My pulse like a hammer
Against the cool routine
Of your dispassion.
Did i tell you I’m dying dear?
Did that not come up
In the course of the conversation
We were having over dinner?
Oh don’t bother to waste a tear
I shall not linger longer
Than your patience
Could persevere
I know how things
Out of the commonplace
Irk you so very much, my dear
And so, I’ve made it clear
To my doctor, Peter Peirce,
That no ventilator
Or resuscitation required,
No chances at life needed here.
to the apathy and loveless years of a stale marriage...i see it happen and i dread ever having to feel that kind of apathy for a loved one.life is so cruel
wardha jawdat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-sad/
