(poems from my youth)
The Chair.
I sit,
in the chair,
on the other side of the room,
and watch you...
on your death bed...
and think, why?
and ask God why?
because, if you die, then...
i'll die
as I sit
in the chair,
on the other side of the room
and watch you
on your death bed
with the monitor on your heart
and death calling your name
but don't turn your head
and look at him
because if you die, then
i'll die.
it's sad to look at you trying to smile,
when the doctor's already said,
"you won't be here but for a while
longer," cause death is calling your name.
but please don't turn your head
and look at him
because if you die, then
i'll die.
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyrighted in 2000.