I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Thursday, March 11, 2010


There he lays, unaware,
eyes unseeing, unkempt hair,

sunken cheeks, gaunt and lean
the thinnest that he's ever been.

Differences? We've had a few,
probably more before he's through,

but to see him helpless, in this state
is the part I truly hate,

A man so virile, strong and tall,
reduced to this due to a fall..

Brain damaged, bruised and bleeding,
rest and prayers are what he's needing.

The surgery was deemed a success,
but it will not lift him from this mess.

His eyes are failing, legs are weak,
stomach gone; his fire, meek.

But, on this one fact the family strives,
their husband/father's still alive.


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