1. MY COUSIN

September 12, 2007 - 1. MY COUSIN

MY COUSIN

Drip...drip...drip...drip. He wasn't alone, There was someone in the bed next to him who said he'd heard something dripping last night, but didn't know what it was. His life slowly leaking out of him, in the black, dark solitary night - that's what it was. Did he think he was dreaming or did he know he was dying and couldn't do anything about it? Did he peacefully accept it and softly cry in lonely grief for his family he was losing and the endless days of play and swimming in the dam? Or did he fight and scream and yell and refuse to die, not knowing that on his outside he was motionless and soundless? Still screaming inside, please someone, turn the light on, I'm scared something bad is happening to me, please help me. I think I'm going away and I'm scared it's not home, it's somewhere I've never been before. I'm alone, I have to be a big boy, I have to do this by myself, there's no one here to help me. Goodbye Mummy, Daddy and my Brother. His body was already dead, nowhere for his spirit to live anymore. The Nurse had gone home, she thought he was all right. Who was he? Someone I've never met. His Aunty said the poor little bugger bled to death, she said he was a good kid. A friggin goitre operation. Who's to blame? I don't know, maybe his time was up if that's what you believe. Who was he? He was my Cousin - I never met him. © Copyright Peter Mooney 2004-2007

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