Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
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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