Day#3: Prompt – Terminal
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
– Lemony Snicket
Today’s post is dedicated to my cousin, who is terminally ill. It took a long time for me to finally write it since he is the first of our generation of cousins and a part of me still can’t accept the future that awaits us all. Hope to find a catharsis of sorts.
So many things I would like to say
As I lie chained to this bed another day
People come, people go
Leaving me alone with my thoughts. Do you know
How did all this come to be?
Why everyone is staring at me?
People come, people go;
Why the machines frighten them so?
I dreamt of another playground
Where the sun never fails to shine
Where love resides in every heart
And fate is kinder to the ugly souls
peeking from the verdant grass behind
Ignore my harshness,
Brush off the coarse words
Hold this moment close to you
‘Cause I still see the kind things you do
Hush, don’t go
Stay awhile and rest
The night is dark and long
And it will be a new day
Before we meet again.