There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead, <br />Though daylight is dimming, through the still open curtain- <br />But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! <br /> <br />He lies in a stupor, but calls out from his bed; <br />And he never complains, but you fear that he's hurting- <br />There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead. <br /> <br />She doesn't sleep nights, but sleeps daytimes instead; <br />Her breathing's still even, but death's near for certain- <br />But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! <br /> <br />First they said stroke, and then heart attack- dread! <br />With the new diagnosis, with death he is flirting- <br />There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead. <br /> <br />There's cancer and heart disease, so lightly we tread; <br />It's bad news for sure- her aneurysm bursting! - <br />But the light's in my head; the light's in my head! <br /> <br />It's all here inside me now, all that I've said, <br />Now what's left in memory's darkness, I'm cursing; <br />There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead- <br />And the light's in my head- the light's in my head!<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-light-s-in-my-head-villanelle/
