The Sigh of Everything.

Your mother is in disparaged hysterics

                Knee deep in her horror and sorrow

Your sibling much the same

                Though more blindsided with confusion

There is a common feeling of frustration

As commonly shared as the dirt around you

Where their feet now rest

                While working

It all seems so absurd to them

And so, may be so.

Now

The thought of all of this

                The possibility, at times

Is all that keeps you alive.

               Mother; Sibling

And the unmentionables.

                Ventilator; heart monitor; Doctor.

               

So

If you, one day, wake to realize

The possibility of none of these thoughts mattering

And that you wouldn’t be leaving behind anything

For if you become nothing

Then everything, in relation to your lack of You

Will also become Nothing

Then, these thoughts will become, well...

Reality, perhaps, dies with the beholder...

And so, you live

With the secret heart

And the secret mind

Of Everything.