TORMENT

poem by: Ja Ja
Written on Oct 28, 2017

Each day I lay, in this place
Surrounded by my thoughts
Without a way, to move or speak
While my body slowly rots

Every single day and night
I pray to meet my death
Curse this vile, tube and pump
Forcing into me, my breathe

If I could only disconnect
This tube that pumps my air
I’d gladly leave, this earthly Hell
To liberate, my pained despair

No bonds would hold me back	
My soul would be set free
And soaring up, to heaven’s gate
I’d be let in, by Thee
BOEMS BY JA 520          

 

Tags: Sad, Pain,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 28, 2017 at 11:38pm
Oh no is this factual, it is so sad and I'm hoping it is just your imagination, and that you have placed yourself in the minds of others who are experiencing this pain and suffering~heartrending!
Taha Hassan commented on Oct 29, 2017 at 12:54pm
I hope you're not actually feeling what you wrote because I know what it feels like. And may no one feel that if I can help it. deeply felt, Ja Ja. Not much I can say. -T
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 29, 2017 at 1:56pm
Your poetry is quite unique Ja Ja.....don't give up...never despair....

 

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