Jason S. Price
Tears for a cure
If tears could raise them from the ashes
a salted sea
not for their ghosts but that we will never
forget their sunny dispositions,
forget their sores,
forget their purple laughters,
the sadness they carried long
before they closed their eyes forever.
Sometimes I think I may have forgotten
the miles & miles of antiseptic corridors,
of pacing in the wait for news,
forget the sudden screams of shock
although I was told weeks ago to be prepared
(I was never prepared)
how could I be when Death was on a mission
to kill the fete?
Now with the bones of my eyes glaring I weep
for the rest of my days, days I’ll die to spend
painting the details of a face hoping for a cure.
Jason S. Price is a Belize-American writer. His works include several books of poetry, a collection of short stories, and a novel. Currently, he serves as a moderator for the Poets Dream online community and supports a mentoring program in New York City.
This poem is not previously published.