Words are the chosen tools of Mankind.
A Ladder of life
by Hugh A Tague
All that you are
and all that you aren’t.
Shadows of those
who came before you
destiny’s written
yet remain unknown.
A double helix tablet
etched in space
with moon dust
seasoned in starlight.
Each strand yours
and yours alone
a most exclusive gift
from infinite expanse.
A ladder of fate.
A ladder of life.
they will dance
Haunted by Huntington’s
by Hugh A Tague
From this chair of questions
that have no answers
I look out the window
at a world I no longer know
once a vehicle
to enjoy life’s bounty
a prison for my mind
is now my body’s role.
The monster that attacks me today
for a lifetime slept quietly inside.
It fears nothing
there is no known cure.
What enabled it’s genesis of destruction?
What awoke this unforgiving beast?
How can something so evil
seek and achieve asylum
inside a pure and precious life
yet unborn?
The killer hid inside my father
he unknowingly passed it
to my brother and me
It took them to another place
and now for me
there they wait.
My pain is one of emptiness
from a life that was once so full.
Even surrounded by loved ones
still there is a loneliness
a loneliness
that no one
should ever have to bare.
The tears that fill my eyes
are not for me
but for my children’s lives
and that which is unseen.
My insides twisted with a guilt
few could understand
that which consumes me now
I hope never finds them.
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