The struggle to breathe
grows harder and laborious,
and soon, not worth the effort.
The heartbeat softens to a
padded thudding
of arrhythmic improvisation
The light, both sun and lamp alike,
grows dim
And the features
of your faces
so familiar
are now only
sketches in sepia
drawn by rheum,
inked in cataract,
and blindness creeps with
a serpent’s crafty slowness
to seize small sight
in its unrelenting
coils of darkness
But the memories
of grand carnivals,
of dire hurricanes,
laughter, tears
prizes, penalties
trials, victories
unity, dysfunction
safety , strife
holiday dinners
and birthday songs
pride and humility
for good or ill
all said and done
except the last
goodbye
and giving the last remnants
of my love
The days were few and happy,
and the honor of growing
beside you
made it all
worthwhile.
Beyond Panic 
Nice stuff man
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Thank you! Much appreciated, sir. I like your blog title. Clever.
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Ah thank you!
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WOW! What a deep and wonderful piece. Seriously well written, Alfred. You could have written this for me, the way I have been feeling just lately.
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Thanks. Been away from this blog for a while. Don’t give up just yet my friend. You’ve more to say, and we need to read it. Thanks for the reblog. You’ll get through it, Darren. Acknowledge it, but don’t embrace it. Blessings, all ways.
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Good days and bad mate…just the bad seem more dominant this last couple of weeks which is why I’ve not been on here or social media much.
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Reblogged this on THE PEN AND THE PAGE and commented:
A deep and heartfelt piece by my good friend Alfred…
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I get it about the good days and bad. It’s better to acknowledge them than try to defy them. Makes it easier to pass through, in my opinion. Sorry you’re going through a patch, but I know you’ll get through it too.
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