Lost in a sea of what would seem
preposterous to God’s eye, he drowned.
Consumed by a fog of crooked morality
his mind lied.

In a hospital bed several miles away
ready to take eternal rest, she lied down.
Tired of needles, chemo and disappointments
she dozed out.

He wondered through life without reason.
or purpose. He started to question
the almighty himself. Was there a point to life
if nothing seemed correct?
So after giving it thought he decided to give it all
permanently an end.

She was so very young
yet life, had already beaten her up.
She felt like old shoes
Who have walked more than they can.
Broken down.
And though what her heart desired the most
was to keep beating, evermore.
Her head constantly told her
to give up hope.

She was only twenty-two.
He was almost forty-five.
One wanted to live
the other to die.

He thought of many things
including guns and pills
but none of these could make him
feel at peace. If he was going to leave
He needed to help change the horrors
he contributed to create. A narcissistic
society, with almost nothing
but depravity.

Once a week, every Saturday
a charismatic caretaker dressed
in achromatic hues, took her to a park.
There she could watch and imagine
what she would never have.

Pondering about his fate near
hospital St. James, he spotted
a feeble and fragile skinny girl
with her body entangled to a machine
and an I.V.

Wishing no to bother her he politely
asked, the nice and polished lady
standing by her side, what her story was.

The talk waw about organs, scans and lymphomas.
Horrid things like those. He ended up leaving
with a new remorseful thought.
How could he have been that ungrateful and oblivious
to what he had? It wasn’t the world
the self-centered one. It was the man in the mirror
he was staring at.

How could he have thought about taking his life?
when there was so much he could contribute at.
And he knew exactly where to start.

The day she never imagined finally came to pass.
News arrived unexpectedly. A true miracle presenting.
So gliding down the halls in sterile sheets
Two bodies lied on tables about to face their destiny.

The last person he saw was the angel
dressed in white. The one had met
at the park. She had gone to show gratitude
for his admirable act. Little did he know
that would be he’s pass, Through the gates
of heaven and eternal paradise.