You don't have any friends.
looking in the eyes of the ancestor, I see pain.
Pain from all the decendents mingling over materialistic things.
talking as if their not even there.
setting up for the inevidible...
I feel the pain and want to take it all away.
I consume the feelings and bring them away.
reminding them of there younger days and thoughts of how nurturing and kind their heart has been to all of us.
like a pack of rats they rustle through the things talking freely like its nothing to them but not realizing they are tearing her apart as she watches in dismay.
all that is was and ever will be.
time slows down, aging speeds up.
existence is fading.
her life is getting weaker and weaker.
her mind is observing all around.
taking in everything even a sound.
so weak, ready to pass. the days come and go
like the hourglass. may thy rest in peace with the love she cherishes and the memories that bring her enjoyment. may the pain be gone.
all is well and well is all. so be it.
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