Poem - Let me say Goodbye
Poem - Let me say Goodbye
I remember my friends, my family and my wife.
I remember a time when I still had a sense of purpose and direction in my life.
I remember smiling, and having a single happy tear in my eye.
I used to always hope and pray those days would never pass me by.
My children were wonderful; they showered me with love and affection.
I did my very best to give them the best start in life, and the best direction.
My parents were well. They smiled in their aging days.
They wanted their time back, but relaxed in a euphoric haze.
My wife was beyond special, together forever we thought we would always share.
She was everything I wanted, in fact more than my heart would ever dare.
She was the love of my life. She was the beat of my desire.
She was my earth, wind, water and fire.
My job was tough, but it did pay the bills.
By no means did I love it, and I could no way afford to live out near those Golden Hills.
But work was work, and like life, it had to be endured.
You had to brave through the bad to reach the ultimate reward.
Looking back at that time, I now weep and I cry.
But my eyes do not respond, in my tear ducts my tears die.
I wish with all my heart, that I could see my family, even just once more.
But unfortunately for me, God has now closed that door.
My whole life is now a field of memories, my mind is wild and free.
But until my wife and children give permission, my body never will be.
I lie in a bed in a dark cluttered room.
But my eyes no longer view; so for all I know it could be a cupboard used for a broom.
I hear the doctors talking, I hear my family weep.
They tell my children a coma is not so bad, it’s like a long extended sleep.
But the truth is not that simple; and I’m really not coping that well.
I’m trapped inside my own body, my personal living hell.
It is strange that my eyes cannot let me see,
especially considering I feel like my other senses are all they can be.
My ears are certainly stronger than they ever have been
and my nose is constantly picking up whiffs of roast beef, chocolate and my favourite, fried chicken.
My body may not respond, by my tongue still knows taste
I cry out to my family to feed me, but my screams all go to waste.
I need human contact, I desperately crave human touch.
Most of all I need her beside me, with her fingers on my arms, showing me she loves me just as much.
My body is gone to me, I’ve come to peace with that through time
but my marbles are rolling down the hill slowly now, and they won’t forever be mine.
Being trapped here like a zombie is much worse than death
all I crave is that my family say goodbye, and let me sleep in an eternal rest.
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