Pain
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.