Give Me Your Pains.

Pain

Give me your ache to experience useful,
permit me convey your unhappiness even supposing it overcomes me.
Let my eyes be moist with tears;
Let me, Father, lie down with the aid of using your side.
Let or not it's my hand that looks after yours
In those closing hours that ache me so much.
Pass me the affliction of your worn-out lungs,
do now no longer permit your frame experience the restlessness,
of the darkish sleep of your sound asleep veins.
Give me, me who nevertheless can,
the shattering pressure of that homicidal charge:
the blood sample, the oxygen pump,
the antibiotics, the murderous pang.
Give me your struggling in order that your adventure can be peaceful,
and to justify the shadow I even have become.
Please, father, permit me die for you
or as a minimum die with you...