Her world dwindles, her mind dwindles,
With great effort she thinks about her past
And how long she’ll last. A week? A month? A year? Which outcome should evoke the most fear? Nothing is clear. This Illness eloped with all you held dear. Father and Father have lost their value. She is cross with the cross she once loved, yet she hopes to find peace once above.
You accuse us of failing you. I agree.
We cannot free you of your ailing, your problem is too diffuse.
You ask us why, we cannot know; perhaps you’ll learn above the sky. You call us cold; care as we might, we cannot understand. You ignite fear I am not bold enough to command. The thought of my strand ending as yours is more than I can bear.
