A Ladder of life

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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

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They Will Dance

~ Hugh A Tague
They will dance in the day’s light
they will dance in public or alone
they will dance in their bed at night
they will dance in their house or a home.

they will dance

They will dance to a tune no one can hear
they will dance for they have no voice
they will dance without hope or fear
they will dance because they have no choice.
they will dance,  they will dance
One day their agonizing dance will cease
no longer will they move their hands and feet
that look in their eyes we shall never again see
until that day when they are finally set free…
they will dance.   they will dance,
they will dance.

Haunted by Huntington’s

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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.