One Day

Sometimes I wonder why it is that the most beautiful women have to wind up dead? Like we are not smart and deserving of life? While others that saunter after their desires end up with what they were looking for? They smile so wide and we take it We take it You stand tall You are fighting for me A face hardened A body bruised So beautiful My passing gives you strength But what about ME? What regard does anyone have for what has happened to me? As I fought off the end of my life, I lay in your arms while you scream The only thing on your mind is you, YOU I am like Snow White Only the difference is simple I will never feel the Prince's lips touching mine again Will never feel the sunshine or feel as free You just muster on with your life so bravely while I am viewing through the looking glass Shouting your name though you can no longer hear me My scream is muffled across time and space through the boundaries that separate my world from yours You just left me Yo

The silent clock ticks away at our moaning The silent lamplight shines above the scene brazenly As closeness lures two lonely bodies together into one flesh These whispers of Christ are far away I don't feel guilty for what I feel For whatever reason The closeness is empowering With safety hidden within this single moment I breathe in the anesthesia My arms are tied down by the IV  Both lying by my sides, under the warm blanket This vulnerability to those around me makes me feel so beautiful when I am so weak My cheeks are flushed and I muster a faint little smile As the anesthesia pulls me under I am so heavy So downtrodden by my sadness Each tear makes me smile Each bruise makes me laugh Who would have guessed that when death was bringing me down, I would feel my best?

My eyes are closed Your image lingers Your voice crawls out with a deep sigh of unanswered pleasure I watch as I am decimated into a single particle

The approaching colony  Hand in hand Step by step Singing the songs of their old tribal lore They are full of hope Stepping into our airspace Praying that the journey they made was not in vain That hope lays on the horizon What is the tireless academic supposed to do when he has read all the libraries, seen all the sights and has experienced many hardships? What is he supposed to feel when he wants to pass down the knowledge in his life to someone more deserving, only to find a future without a promise? Without hope? I can't tell you what they will think when they step off that Spaceship. After hundreds of years traveling in space, will they be comforted finding that the thing they tried to escape would become their next destination? An eternal repeat Tragedies replayed over and over  And over Tell me I need to be optimistic But it's good to know when you are going to die Still, I can understand the optimist's search for a future of more promise I can feel their hope as the