by Laura Lamarca

Created on: August 26, 2008

"As light lingers beyond capability's clutch."

Digits fail to notice
what is here,
what is there
as they stare at curled
and dying palms;
twisted tools lie to lament
like gnarled branches

unaware.

Short stubs
of shorter shrubs
too stumped
so they can't stretch,
just retch for the discovery
of this...nothing more

and the bark of this oak
is too rigid to bend,
to send for release

from this pending panic;

when you've done all you could
but it couldn't compare-

fear freezes all logic
all alone, in the dark.

Icicle aches stab
through skin, burn within
like darts being thrown
by fate, stitched and sewn,
and as freedom itches rampant
in legs that can't walk;
stalked by sorrow and pain,
yet with movement no more.

And rheumatism rises
with reality's ruse,
as confusion collides
with bipolaric beliefs
and relief runs evasive
from persuasive complaints,
as the faint trace of hope
holds onto hands of despair.

Care of a conscience
collapses fatigued
as the list goes on endless
in eternity's grasp
and the rasp of each breath
gains response,
gains respect
for neglect of a corpse
and conclusions unspent.

This body belittles
mind's intentions to fly
as medications and adaptations
pave life's path with their laws
and these flaws
and these feelings
follow footfalls forlorn...

as survival sips slowly
from this cup without care.

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