Pain

Mon, 02/19/2018 - 00:29 -- Maura25

As he lay in bed,
thoughts running through
his head
Bed ridden for life,
no more going home
no more wife.
Everything stripped of him
he begged for it
to be taken
the pain.
Oh god, the endless pain
of not hearing anyone
call his name,
but the nurses.
The nurses were always there
always coming to him to bear
either good news or bad
about his health.
Now came the time where
he had to think about his wealth.
Where his money would go
now that he's grown old
and he has no more time left to fight.
He used to try with all his might,
but now it's hard.
It's hard for him to fight
when he's missing the simple
things in life,
the smile of his wife
a pearly white.
Hearing peaceful silence in the night.
just being able to sit
upright.
the pain.
the pain was taking over,
his body was shutting down
he's going insane.
He can't take it anymore,
he misses his wife,
who he adored.
He missed coming home
from work,
coming through the door.
To see his kids
who miraculously missed
him more
than he did
them.
His little girl,
she was a gem,
His little boy,
the definition of mayhem.
But somehow
they worked together really well
even when their lives
were going to hell,
they made it through.
Because that's what he
taught them to do.
To keep a smile on there face
no matter what place
they were in this race
that we call life.
Now as he finally shuts his eyes,
he thinks of them.
The ones that he loved most.
He remembers making his kids toast
for breakfast.
He even missed his
trips with them to the dentist.
Such a silly memory,
but to him, it seems to be
the only thing left
he treasures.
Because for them,
his love can not be measured.
He's gone.
Oh god, he suffered so long,
with this pain.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Jan Wienen

Very special ... very valuable ...

Maura25

Just thought I should put a comment up mentioning the backstory of this poem. My grandfather was put into the trauma ICU center about two weeks ago now. Someone broke into his home, broke 14 of his ribs, broke his jaw, and gave him a severe concussion. He was in a coma for the first week and now, he is awake about 10% of the time. I thought about all of the pain he was going through with this and I wanted to try and express it for him since he is unable to at the moment. 

He is very much still alive, thank god, but I wanted the man in the poem to be put at peace. Thank you for your time. 

- Maura

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