Living Loss

Who am I, to cry at lost life?

But this woman I call my mother, must she die?

I watch her suffer day in and day out

But my helplessness has set in over years faced with many doubts

My heart feels like a lacrimarium

Pain.

To watch someone suffer, whom you love so much

To see her face scrunched in agony, she attempts to eat lunch

I sit beside her, in her horror

Empathy and compassion help me do so with decorum

My soul cries out for her relief

Pain.

The many times i've cried myself to sleep

This sweet woman sits alone and weeps, night after night

How is this fair, how is this just?

I feel I'm oxidizing in place,

My metal heart begins to rust

Pain.

The end will bring the end of pain.