I really don’t know what to say.
She is going to tell me is dying
My words are  stuck in my throat
And my tongue is tied in knots
I really don’t know what to say

ALS has grabbed her body
To the point of no return
She’s my buddy, she’s my friend
The only one I chose to trust
I really don’t know what to say

On the wings of butterfly
I rest my soul
In it I trust
With all I have
My mind is weary
It needs a break
Reality is harsh
As I enter insanity
I know no worries
Everything is right
And normal to me
You may laugh
But the laugh is on you
For I am at peace
Something you don’t know
So I think I will stay
On the wings of my butterfly
And be happy in my world
Unlike you in yours

Written by E. M. Rushton

Im crying inside for my friend
Yet write beautiful with paper and pen
Am I of one or two or three
Sometimes not sure of Who I be
The fear of letting you see me
Doesn’t allow me to be free
Some day I hope I Of how I feel
And I can show and be me for real

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 16 th 2018

Yes I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Its tender as a peldal from a delicate flower
I needs to give , it needs to believe
Like grass of spring needs rain shower

Sometimes  it cries like a new born child
And other times it’s light just like a feather
Sometimes it’s mixed up like plants of the wild
And even  gets angry like nasty weather

Broken today like glass hitting rock
Yet singing tomorrow like birds in the spring
My heart on my sleeve , I never will lock
It flutters with love, like a butterfly’s wing

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 16th 2018

The moon sits high
So full of light
In the darken sky
On the clearest night

Like a king on his thrown
It reigns its land
What it sees isn’t known
But in the sky ,it takes command

As I walk it follows me
Giveing light to my way
Never alone I will be
With its light as good as day

Written by E. M.Rushton
August 16th 2018

As I sit under the tree , it’s leaves canapy above
As if a spy blue sky peeks through the gaps
The song of breeze takes me away to places I love
In distance I hear ,maybe birds I think perhaps

The old dog lays at my side, snaping at Flies
I try read his mind, and he blinks as if to hide
Then with a moan he shuts his eyes
And into dreams he’s gone with pride

Below the hill I hear the stream trickle past
And I imagine all of life’s upsets
On a line and out I cast
Away they go, no more to feel or to fret

Written by E. M. Rushton
Aug 16th 2018

The darkness has grasp my mind
and the searing pain cuts deep into my soul
I scream silently in a non verbal language
Please release your grasp on me

I force my walk
with steps that weigh
the weight of hells iron gates
I try to stand , but am forced downward
by the heavy black fog
of this hideous monsters breath

I try to find my way out
Through eyes sewn shut
with absolute despair
My chest swells like a tide from
the jack hammering pounding of my heart

My bowels twist and coil
like a boa constrictor
killing its prey
My ears explode from within
at your words of ignorance "Be happy , "
Unable to rise to your demands
I sink deeper into this blazing
infernal of torment.

written by E.M.Rushton