CovidCasualty – Hearts Still Care

Strain

Sickness has taken over my house
And its roof and walls are rumbling;
People outside are dying too,
And the world beside is crumbling.

I strain to let go of bowels;
But there is no strength left to strain;
My body seems to give up;
I am weakened by all this pain.

Doctors can only do so much;
Medicines have all been tried;
Yet this feeble breath that rallies
Tells me soft, you have not yet died.

People have their own lives,

Updates become a due,

Death cuts down all time,

Then time must move on, too.

Offers of help get quieter,

(Thankfully in a way):

Sympathy visits for moments

It doesn’t intend to stay.

In the end, it’s always you,

While everyone falls asleep;

You lie awake and breathe

And dread to dream too deep.

When life is hardest hit,

You see with empty eyes,

You see life falter,

You watch, as it dies…

You look around in pain,

Through opaque ground glass,

Others say, it’s just time,

Yet, it does not pass!

As life lays dying,

You are well aware

Of those who feel

And choose to be there.