The Dark Side of Light, A poem
The Dark Side of Light Do you work at the church? My husband would ask You're there all the time I volunteered myself often With feelings that I had a direct line Call Jesus up Heavenly Father hear my prayer But I never received an answer When my father on earth gasped for air There were no miracles When I closed his eyes And ran my fingers through his hair He laid lifeless The air was like broken glass Every breath painful It happened so fast The frantic call came on a Sunday It was the last day of July I'm almost there, Mama just pray Never foreseeing goodbye Sprinting to the sliding doors I looked from wall to wall I couldn't see my mama They pointed me down the hall Hysterical, confused, mama was terrified A nurse said it didn't look good And our hysterics were amplified What do you mean? he is strong! He just needs more help I could see something was wrong What happened next is fucking hell I'll never know why they brought us in To see them give compressi