THIS NIGHT

By Tucker (mg)

As I try to drift to a place,

I’ve not been in such along time.

The plague that has consumes my

body and soul, is winning again.

Slowly start’s it’s advance,

I know in a short time, I will be

in another fight, for my night.

As I try to slide from the bed.

The sheet tears at me,

trying to pull me back down.

I glance at my wife, wishing.

Praying I could lie by her side.

All I want is to hold her.

Let her know I’m a man again.

Years of disappointments, I blame myself.

Lifting my body from our lair,

pain consumes me once again,

Where do I turn?

My daughter, thoughts go rushing

back to her, curled in my lap on the

eve of night. No more.

The intense sounds of my sons

football games, in the summer of his

youth. Stands swaying, the crack

of helmets and bodies flying,

drove piercing pain thru my

body.

But I was there.

Pain, depression torments my soul,

leading me deeper down, to a place

I’ve been to so many times before.

Tonight, I lost.

Tomorrow I will fight again,

I have to win,

For them…