告别

     

                                                   告别

                                            七月的西安燥热

                                           父亲躺在人民医院

                                           这是两年来第几次住院

                                           想必父亲也记不得

                                          十九楼的那个九号床

                                         安放不下他虚弱的灵魂

                                         苍天给了他最后的期限

                                            他的身体渐渐虚垮

                                            父亲晓得病痛的厉害

                                             更明白大家的心思

                                          肿瘤在他体内肆无忌惮的生长

                                            虐待着善良的心灵                                       

                                           最后三天 他吵着要回家

                                                躺在救护车上

                                                 眼角流出泪滴

                                                  生命的最后

                                                   迷迷糊糊

                                                偶尔清醒异常

                                                   只是最终

                                                 永远地告别了

                                                这个美丽的世界

                                              太多的不甘与苦痛

                                                  却是无能为力