My soul is mellow <br />The hues of this eve sallow <br />And the old moon a queer <br />Shade of yellow. <br /> <br />Your life seems to be drifting <br />On a stream so silent <br />That my breathing seems labored <br />My heartbeats clamored <br />My pulse like a hammer <br />Against the cool routine <br />Of your dispassion. <br /> <br />Did i tell you I’m dying dear? <br />Did that not come up <br />In the course of the conversation <br />We were having over dinner? <br />Oh don’t bother to waste a tear <br />I shall not linger longer <br />Than your patience <br />Could persevere <br />I know how things <br />Out of the commonplace <br />Irk you so very much, my dear <br />And so, I’ve made it clear <br />To my doctor, Peter Peirce, <br />That no ventilator <br />Or resuscitation required, <br />No chances at life needed here. <br /> <br /> <br />to the apathy and loveless years of a stale marriage...i see it happen and i dread ever having to feel that kind of apathy for a loved one.life is so cruel<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-sad/
