The Memory: A Poem

 

The memory of drugged and pain-filled hours

Adds urgency to every sunlit day

When I, frantic, gather loads of flowers

Only to watch the bright blooms fade away.

The thought of death turns normal days divine

Sweetens every kiss and conversation

I want to make each waking moment mine

And close my eyes with haunted hesitation

Still, sleep alone dissolves away the pain

I dream for days in dizzy whirls of grey

And stumble from my nauseous stupor sane

Yet aching for the hours drugged away.


I mourn for life too beautiful to leave:

Thank God I have so much for which to grieve.