"How long?" He asks,
though the answer rings in his ears.
Doctors have betrayed,
and the once lived life
lives again in his mind.
Childhood, and funerals.
Watching his best friend float like an angel
in the water.
Too scared to move,
to frightened to look,
the induction of God's hand
played early in life.
Highschool and hormones.
These memories not fully complete,
too much "experimenting" to say the least.
New best friends, new funerals,
a pitiful existence meant
to engrave a grain of discipline and knowledge
on an unready mind.
Graduation.
The embarking fools unto this world,
forgot the golden rule.
"You can be, whatever you want to be"
seems like the catchphrase of parents
never truly explored.
Those friends were lost to the world
sent out a sheep among lions of industry.
Freshman year, the woe of love.
Met for study groups, turned to dates,
no more partying,
a strict devotion to one woman.
The spent time allows development,
as the love far surpasses aestetics,
and finds itself burrowed in the soul.
A child on the way, marriage in the air.
The delivery, harrows his soul
and hollows his love.
Another funeral.
His child's life,
exchanged for his love's death.
A trade he would have reversed
had he the touch of God.
Tears flow in his eyes,
driving home.
He curses the Almighty,
swearing that it should have been
he, that died.
His wish, answered.
The tears blocked out the road,
and the truck that spun him out of control.
Flipping over and over again,
a calm came upon.
When next his eyes open, there is a doctor,
and he is asking the question "how long?"
Death is certain, and now,
through his strained throat
he thanks God.
