Paul Gaugin - Spirit of the Dead Watching
Solitaire
The celebration of my time on earth has well passed.
If only everyone I loved, knew that I am still among them.
Upon departing, I created an empty vessel.
Feeling as if a piece of paper was split in half.
However I left that occurrence with a sense of fulfillment.
Although at the same time losing some senses
I became my pure self, a spirit extracted from body.
Now I am left to view the world play out.
Being a character shaded into the background
I choose to spend my time watching over my wife.
All of my prayers that she feels my presence
Are directed to a God I expected to see.
Instead I play the same role as our potted eucalyptus
A distant observer that begs for attention.
Each day I progressively lose my focus and strength.
I worry that it coincides with my wife moving on.
I wish that all of my cards could line up
But I am being slowly wiped off of the canvas.
I cannot be sure if she feels how close I am to her.
Through all of this I struggle to decide
If I am being rewarded or punished.
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Originally Posted by CrazyCarl
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