Pain, the Price

Pain the Price

Your pain intensifies my numbness,
knowing there’s time to cry later,
wanting to create
dignity in the face
of humanity’s insanity.

What a calamity.

I hold no more secrets, in your eyes.
You taught me to look into them,
and to never shy
away from them.
You gave me all I had,

both good and bad.

I saw you suffer long
before your suffering caught
up to you in the form of the
tumors that you morphed into

while dying.

But your eyes,
they tinkled
always telling stories, wrinkled
with hopes and glories, stories
about reds and blues,
and ties and shoes,

and hues.

Colorful stories: rabbits,
pink and green differing
no more from reality’s door

Stories of no more than wanting to soar.
For flying is trying is dying,
and saving the world is

my job,

Leaving the world will be yours,
And mine and theirs.
For there’s the stairs.
And amid the stares,

Who cares?