Tears flow
without cause
and with little resistance
They pool
on my cheeks
then drift,
awkwardly,
down my neck
I know not why I cry
or for what,
only that I do
I feel so desolate...
so lonely,
so void of any hope
Trapped in a life
I don't understand,
and with no recourse
I wish to break free
but I'm anchored
by a cruel
twist of fate;
so,
here I lie
dormant
I struggle,
to breathe,
eat or see;
I barely make it through the days
Yet,
here I am;
still,
holding on
by a solitary thread
with broken finger nails
and hands
too weak
to let go
Still,
though,
my soul rejoices in the simple;
I only wish to roam
free...
amongst the hills,
the trees,
the birds,
the clouds...
To wade in the ocean;
to feel the moon,
again,
on my face
I have unwittingly
been imprisoned
by this
relentless,
barbaric disease
but to flee,
would be
to break the ones I love...
so
here I lie,
still...
© Debbie Razey 2019 ~ Violet Moon Poetry
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