Waiting Room

simple pleasures shouldn't require drastic measures.

and I'll leave next week and find you... the drastic measure.

irreplaceable as you are, I seek your likeness.

and perhaps I'll sleep in sanity.

'Here now. Came as soon as possible.

I know I borrowed too much time

and i see where its left you.

But since we're here, take a number, sit here.

They've built a soft place for you -

(in my absence)

I realize that my cure has slipped through

what have I passed on to you?

And if you struggle to open my hands

then you'll want to see everything

how the future is empty and that I really hold nothing.

lead in thin air

constricted breathing

sick with dementia

blank spaces

brilliant lights- fail in sequence

all that we have to lose.

open your eyes

close down the sighs

everything is clear inside

you were pale for quite some time

and spent so much time to have left nothing behind.

somewhere lost in a day

my number flew away

where did they take you?

look what you'll come back to

there will be no life left in this place

there will be no signs of struggle

nothingmore to nothingness

my life has been breached and theres no second left.'

Another waiting room I've put myself into.

This grief is unbearable.