
Grief

My soul is immortal but not my body
That is a poor design but better than an immortal body and mortal soul
We will die to make room for others.
Very charitable I say!
The fading hour of daylight has arrived
At 4;pm we start the endless night
Just had my two vaccinations one in each arm
The carer kept knocking on the
catheter which hurts (she was wàshing me)
When I winced she said
You had better get used to it. It will always hurt
But she was wrong.It depends on the carer
An icy hand has gripped me by throat
I am filled anguish as I choke
Whose cold hand is this,and why attack
My very breath, my living with this lack