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WhatsTheBeef?
Not for Hindus ... just kidding. Random thoughts, comments on anything that takes my fancy. Strictly a my opinion only & if you do not like, don't read, agree to disagree & go away happy. No flames, (flamers OK), request for photo/green card/webcam action etc please.
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Ryan Jun 16, 2008 10:05 pm
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It's a lonely walk down the long corridor
The walls radiate back the ice
Caked around a fearful heart
Helpless hands hugs the arms closer
Imitating the need to clutch onto life slowly seeping further

Each step is harder to take than the next
Unsure if the next walk back whence you came
Would find an empty shell
Embers of lingering life finally extinguished

The walk before was fast but just as long
Now each step slows even more as the entrance looms
You try not to cry
You blame yourself for leaving
Heart left with loved ones
Those alive and praying
Those asleep and deciding

Hastily wiped tears
People try not to stare
Embarrassed and sympathetic eyes quickly averted
They know it can only mean one of two things
In a place like this
Either someone is dying
Or someone has just passed

Is there not a more horrifying sight
The open mouth much like a muted Scream?
Where rudely intrudes the passage of enforced life
To tie the fleeing spirit to beeping machines
The dark cavern of emptiness
A foreshadowing of what is to follow
Look not into the mouth
For you cannot follow where they go

Aching arms hug the grieving mother
Large girth cannot protect against the chill of loss
Seldom has she seemed so fragile
As breakable as the broken doll
Lying gasping for his mother's voice
Lips whisper to the child
Of plans and expectations
Eyes a constant blur of tears
Unstaunched by a mountain of weighted tissues

Life should have been beginning
Youth and vigour lined his oyster
Words said
Words left unsaid
Regrets and recriminations
A mother's scream of pain
I wish my arms could heal
And keep her sane

Before the middle of my journey
Much death and sadness have I seen
Too many lives lost
Too many tragedies
Each survival should strengthen
And instill a greater appreciation of the passing of time
Why then does each one still hurt
So badly?

The cold arms of death are constant companions it seems
They never stray too far from these straining shoulders
When my turn comes
I do not want anyone to walk these long corridors
Battered heart crushed with each footstep away from hope
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