i have a splinter in my finger
she forgets what the sunshine looked like
each breath
is
a
war
days go by and
her eyes don't open
her organs swell
and
morphine
is passed
in hopes
that
the pain will be
somewhat
dulled
family comes
to
visit
and they talk about
how beautiful
she used to be
they talk about
when she was able
to talk
they talk about being children
and
when she
was healthy
by the time i meet them
they don't
have many
tears
left
to cry
by the time
i meet them
i have a splinter in my finger
and
she will soon
be gone
6 comments:
Textures and layers Brother. This is like a plate of food from a pot luck. Such variety and so many different ways to read it.
Very economical use of words which has become your standard.
This can be read as it sits on the page or the metaphors and analogies can be allowed to roam out of the pasture.
I like this very much, thanks for checking in.
I hope I'm not seeing my own future in your poetry. Powerful!
Excelent text, congrats.
I was thinking the same as mr G, but at the same time, I do not think I will finish like that, so mostly I was feeling so so so sad, because a person who is like that, it is sufering endlesly, and probably just want to get high and eventually die. I also thought that is awfully sad for the family, I think that is what rescued me, cause I have support, and I would hate to see them look at me ending like that.
There but for the grace of god, right?
I think most who read this will relate to the power of your words. They either are, have been, or will be one of the characters in this drama at some point. Those who never will lose someone or themselves in this manner will count themselves lucky, but will still carry the fear that it might happen.
Everyone else has said it all.
Excellent.
Thank you all very much for your words.
I appreciate your thoughts , idea's , and input more than I can really communicate.
The fact that anyone comes here and takes any time to read anyonething , let alone think about it , means volumes of shit to me.
Thank you.
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