From her hospital bed

From her window I see her on the bed,

in pain as she cries feeling so alone.

Keeping me away from her is this glass,

like being miles away from the closeness we feel.

Bruised heart breaking the skin of helplessness,

dire ends to what was once so much to her.

I place my fingers on the window speaking my love,

hoping she can feel me, believing in her heart.

I cry her tears when she is too weak to move,

blood flows from my eyes crying her pain so deep.

To see the beauty in her lowest form so light,

I whisper on the glass a message of my love.

Her fists clinch the sheets as she rolls around,

so much torture her heart has come to know.

Crying out her name so loudly silence befalls,

nothing heard from the words of my soul.

I try to break the glass, I try to make her see,

how much she is to me, how much I love her.

Only echoes bouncing back in shadows of glass,

painful moments of darkness killing my inhibitions.

A needle I see breaking her skin as she looks my way,

she smiles, closes her eyes, speaks the words,”I love you”.













Johnny Newell