PSoTD

The Hot Tub

by William Bonilla

I painfully prepare, my deep Hot Tub
Adjusting the hottest water
I could stand
To soothe my achy body


That just recently
Greeted the morning sun.

With an achy body
Last night
I laid, to sleep
Hoping the sandman
Would have mercy on me
As he dusted my eyes
I seek relieve.

Too many interruptions
In my dreams
As I constantly wake
For several short journys
To drain the lizard.


In my Hot Tub I dream
Dreams
With open eyes
As my thoughts travel
Through
My youthful memories
Where pain was unknown
Unless you broke a leg.

Days when pain
Was, but a challenge
Of endurance
Pain was seek then
Not wanted
As every sunrise
Has for me.


I seek not pity
I blame non
The cards have been dealt
In a game of no return
As I accept, my hand.

For I am, but a man
Of flesh
My soul is energy
Slowing down.

My heart
Used to host a flame
Which in time has trickled
To a glowing ember
Waiting a slow demise
As it flickers dim.



The Reaper stands
At the edge, of my infinity
To gallantly gather
My ashen dust
I pray, he scatters them
Into the four winds.

May my seed, root deeper
As a tear may escape
While memories of me
Travel through their
Blest thoughts.

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