Empty

A Poem by
   William Landau
   11/97


My Life Is So Empty,
That I Often Live The Lives Of Others, Yes,
Whether They Are Living Or Dying.
The Ones Dying Are Ultimately
More Unique,
To Live Their Lives, They Are Suffering Moment By
Moment And Voicing Out Their Fight For Life
Others Wonder Why They Remain Alive
When They Really Should Be Dead.
They, Or At Least Most Of All
Blame God For Their Condition,
Its Either A Punishment Or A Test From God.
Their Spouses Are Slowly Dying As Well
As They Can Not Cope With Their
Loved Ones Dying Before Their
Eyes, Day And Night, Night And Day.
The Caretakers Become Slaves
Of The Dying Ones And Few Understand
Their Pain And Own Wishes To
Die And End Their Own Misery.
I Too Wish To End My Own Misery
Since I See Myself Die Day And Night,
Night And Day And Only Blame Myself.


© 1998 - William Landau

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