Confessions

The only thought coursing through my mind

I can’t escape it, It haunts me.

This isn’t real.

You’ve been present from my first breath;

Now I’ll be present for your last.

This isn’t real.

Strength was your aura, You wore it like a veil;

The disease saps you of life.

This isn’t real.

I find it hard to speak my feelings.

My thoughts reveal what words can’t;

This isn’t real.

I’m hesitant to admit it, I’m living in hell.

I know the Lord is good,

I just wish this wasn’t real.