i Remember

Poor little bloggy. I've been abandoning it for so long. Due to being busy, lack of inspiration, yada yada... Enough of the excuses.

Here's another poem that I wrote inspired by the poem The Distant Moon that we had to use for my group's presentation during the literature selective.

In this poem, through the eyes of the doctor, we see the sadness and helplessness that he feels for a dying AIDS patient.

Here goes:

His face, i remembered.

Gaunt, paler by the day.

my face, he doesn't see.

Where his vision fails,

He is teetering on the

jagged edge of death's hole.

Yet he is smiling with

the warmth of a newborn baby.

Does he feel alone, fearful

in death's cold cradle?

Or does he see the end

as an end to his suffering?

my pain is that

i'd given him pain.

The emotional fortress's defenses

shatter momentarily, but never enough

to let others in.

As Death gave him one last call,

i pulled up the white sheets,

half thankful that

now, i'm allowed to cry.