WOMAN WHO CRIED.
Posted: March 20th, 2011, 9:57 am
The woman was crying
In a side ward. You tried
Not to look, attempted to
Look away, but something
Drew you to her standing
There, handkerchief in hand
Crying. The nurse who was
Taking you to the ward where
Your wife was, said nothing,
As if the sound and sight were
An all too a familiar to stir her
Mind or soul, or maybe, she
Shut it out to keep herself afloat
On the wide sea of suffering
And misery and cries and moans
And blood and sick and open
Wounds and dying unknowns.
The woman stood like one cruel
Crucified, her arms out spread,
Her eyes glassy with tears, her
Features distorted, her cries
Piercing into your gentle self
Like some dagger pushed hard
Between ribs into your beating
Heart. Then she was gone, you
Had moved on, the nurse swaying
In her walking mode, arms swinging
At her side, and there in bed was
Your wife and there beside her,
The ghostly woman who had cried.
In a side ward. You tried
Not to look, attempted to
Look away, but something
Drew you to her standing
There, handkerchief in hand
Crying. The nurse who was
Taking you to the ward where
Your wife was, said nothing,
As if the sound and sight were
An all too a familiar to stir her
Mind or soul, or maybe, she
Shut it out to keep herself afloat
On the wide sea of suffering
And misery and cries and moans
And blood and sick and open
Wounds and dying unknowns.
The woman stood like one cruel
Crucified, her arms out spread,
Her eyes glassy with tears, her
Features distorted, her cries
Piercing into your gentle self
Like some dagger pushed hard
Between ribs into your beating
Heart. Then she was gone, you
Had moved on, the nurse swaying
In her walking mode, arms swinging
At her side, and there in bed was
Your wife and there beside her,
The ghostly woman who had cried.