Darkness of the Day

by Shawn Kwatra

How would it feel if the darkness of the night became the darkness of the day?
That I cannot say,
But I now live in a place where as the sun beams toward me,
Others are trapped in the night as she.
She who lies in her dungeon trapped,
To me I cannot tell whether her body has been transformed,
Or her soul kidnapped.
But what I do see,
Is a person struggling to be.

The work she takes for every grasp of air,
Only makes her mind ever filled with despair,
She cries and screams,
Holding on tightly to her family’s dreams,
She thinks of her sons,
Little boys needing their mother,
Thinking about being gone only makes her shudder.

There sitting nearby is a familiar face,
Never forgotten is her mother’s steady grace,
Seeing her child struggling only to take a breath,
She knows there will be death.

An hour?
A day?
A week’s time left?
Certain to endure a child’s demise,
After a lifetime together it is now time for goodbyes.

They told her it was cancer,
But why she was chosen for this there is no answer,
She had so much of her life yet ahead,
But now she struggles by life’s last thread.

When I come to see her she is alone,
She looks deeply into my eyes as if I am someone she has known,

At that moment I see true fear,
And so much I had ever known becomes unclear.
As I hold her hand,
I wonder had this all been planned?

While our days may be bright,
There will always be others suffering in plight.
I will cherish the sunrise,
Because one day it will fail to reprise,
And sooner or later for all of us in this life fight,
All of ours days will become nights.

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