I sit and look out upon the short days as they are ticking away, and upon all misery and struggle,
I hear the stretched truths of deceitful doctors, with themselves, only thinking they’re protecting you,
I see the sickly father slowly fading by this poison, dying, feeble, weak,
I see the mother trying to cope in a sea of denial, I see the daughters ignorant yet aware,
I mark the feeling of death and overwhelming sorrow closing in, I see these sights here in this house,
I see the forming of this disease spreading, sucking life, I see the father, mother, and daughters engulfed within,
I observe a tangle of feelings, I observe the family preserve each day as to be the last,
I observe as the last days come, cast by a blur of impassive faces of doctors, nurses, to empathetic faces of family and like;
All these-all passed quickly full of anguish, father gone, mother and daughters here, yet this time is without end I sit here upon a permanent suffering,
I saw, I felt and I still am.
I hear the stretched truths of deceitful doctors, with themselves, only thinking they’re protecting you,
I see the sickly father slowly fading by this poison, dying, feeble, weak,
I see the mother trying to cope in a sea of denial, I see the daughters ignorant yet aware,
I mark the feeling of death and overwhelming sorrow closing in, I see these sights here in this house,
I see the forming of this disease spreading, sucking life, I see the father, mother, and daughters engulfed within,
I observe a tangle of feelings, I observe the family preserve each day as to be the last,
I observe as the last days come, cast by a blur of impassive faces of doctors, nurses, to empathetic faces of family and like;
All these-all passed quickly full of anguish, father gone, mother and daughters here, yet this time is without end I sit here upon a permanent suffering,
I saw, I felt and I still am.
