Eighteen Months

By Aussie

“Eighteen months or less
No more than five years at best,”
His words were cold,
It was his job.

He couldn’t cry,
He wasn’t mom.
Just bearer of the news.
And then doc left the room.

I picked up a book
Threw it ‘cross the room
Broke the lamp and more
My rage was hot

I don’t want to die!
Life has just begun.
I’ve got plans to keep,
Even more to make.

So I sobbed and cried,
Then I wailed my head
‘Til my body shook
Smiles were gone.

Life was hard and cruel
Merciless and mad
Flaunting pain and lies
To the grave

Would that God were here
That he’d show him strong
That he’d conquer pain
Sin and death

But that has been done
Just his patience waits
Until more have come
Netted in

So while life leaks on
And it’s here and gone
Dawn is rising now
As time sets.