Wednesday, 27 June 2012

45. Eyes Gently Weep


I look at your face,
It groans and aches.
And I feel it should end.

Whilst your eyes gently weep.

The fear brought upon
Is only felt by your own son.
And he's going round the bend.

I don't know why
You try to keep living.
Try to keep breathing
Your last breath.

I don't know why
You don't comprehend
What we have told you.
We must hurt you to help you.

To see you now
I feel as though
I hold no power any more.

And still our eyes gently weep.

Nor do you,
For shock
And godforsaken awe.

And still our eyes gently weep.

I don't know why
You try to keep living.
Try to keep breathing
Your last breath.

I don't know why
You don't comprehend
What we have told you.
We must hurt you to help you.

The day
That you went
I became mentally so bent.

And still my eyes gently weep.

To think
Of you now
My mind sometimes draws a blank.

But the life
That I've lived.
Leads me to believe that life is so wank.

And so my mind gently sleeps.

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