|Bedruthan sunset by Ennor|
Like a fish
out of water,
you lie there,
and once caught,
as if some knowing
you let them go.
Sing me your death song.
you have left me now.
Mortal coil surrendered,
serene and silent,
Although a ‘little lady’ is mentioned I wrote this several months ago when I thought of Joe. Joe was a resident in a home where I worked in the nineties.
Joe was in his eightieth year and had been transferred to the home when mental health services became ‘Care in the Community’ resulting in the closure of the psychiatric hospital where he had spent over fifty years of his life.
Joe had schizophrenia and his was an ‘expected’ death as he too suffered from a terminal physical illness. Joe was aware he was dying; his voices (auditory hallucinations) knew too and continued to taunt him mercilessly during the last hours of his life.
If there is a God out there he cruelly played with Joe to the bitter end…
I have never forgotten Joe.
Linked to the good folk at dVerse~Poets Pub (thanks tashtoo) and The Poetry Pantry (thanks Mary) at Poets United.
Image: Courtesy of Ennor at Flickr. Thanks Ennor