He says nothing can be done

            to help her

How unfortunate

            He says

but He always says this last line

        with the faintest hint
        of a smile
        like a sick fungus
        on the corner of his mouth

SOMETHING MUST BE DONE!

For someone who
    is probably too fragile for this Earth, this mud
            for the obscenities
            the banalities
        of     everyday life

I saw her

        crying

    today

bills too high to pay

        I saw a deep sadess
        felt an eternal mourning
        that cried with those tears

        I saw

        a great reservoir
            of experiences, so unique

                so individual in their colours

            colours that cannot be named by others!

            So instead we call it madness!



O Dear God
    how alone she must feel,

     my dear mother





i wish i could help her






O Dear God
    How much I wish to help her

    now

    HOW MUCH I WISH TO HELP HER



Someone so fragile, so beautiful, so fundamentally innocent
    as
        my dear amma

O Dear God

        someone so great, so hopelessly pure

        should never have to suffer
                beneath the skies of such an
                uncaring, ruthless world

            A world that I am beyond hope,
            
                    
                        part of.


O Dear God -

        my dear mother

    NEEDS SOME STRENGTH

    

    


I am not religious

I believe not - in You or Him

But I call out to anything beyond us
    because now I see 
    there is
        NO HOPE
    for my dear mother

        amongst us mere mortals



        I curse ourselves

        I curse myself


    in the hope that she

                    can transcend all this shit

                all the misery

                of this hopeless mess 

                        of ours


TRANSCEND
TRANSCEND

My dear mother

TRANSCEND

 

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