- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sad News
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My tummy hurts
I am not well.
The pain is hard
as are the spells.
Rate it one to ten
they say.
"Eight," I scream
"now go away!"
The tests are run
the wait begins,
as putrid-thoughts
enter in.
"Will I be okay?"
I ask.
The doctor looks
at me then past.
"That is not good,"
I whisper soft.
"Please tell me
am I so lost?"
He takes my hand
sits me down.
The test results
in a file now.
With shaky hands
he opens it,
and stark white pages
are fill with 'writ.
Words jump out
ahead of me,
only those words
do I see.
Words of death
and sorrow lie,
upon the parchment
opened wide.
Breath is stuck
inside my chest
as I see my
painful rest.
My children's eyes
dance in my mind,
and the love
I had unbinds.
Tears of sadness
hit the page
as he shuts my
life away.
There he goes
here I sit,
wondering why
I got this bit.
I never cheated
lied or stealed
so why was I
to swallow, this deadly pill?
Now I walk
back to my car,
the walk now seems
so very far.
Will I be missed
when I'm gone,
or just a another
life gone wrong?
A number on
a page of stats.
A place where no one
knows where your at.
Will flowers cover
my earthly grave
or only dreams
of me remain?
The sun it hits me
then I know,
that all I love
will let me go.
So as I end this
earth bound walk,
I thank you for
this time to talk.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 18 years agoPlaying catch-up here - read this before there were comments and was suddenly stunned; thanks for your comment, such a relief but still a powerful and forceful read.
Anonymousover 18 years agoDC:
I'm sure glad for your disclaimer in the comments. It's amazing the emotions that are roused by the written word. I wrote "Ode to Jean" almost 10 years ago and it still gets to me. I read your "Sad News" and it also got to me. Perhaps not to the depth of my poem, but I had 35 years invested in its creation. That having been said, your poem did affect me. Once I read your disclaimer I was able to breath again. The power of words, and DC you are the mistress of the ability to use them forcefully. Thank You. Ronnie W.
RedHairedandFriendlyover 18 years agoAuthorThis poem was written when I was awaiting test results. I am fine, I posted this because it felt as if it needed to be written and shared. Perhaps it will touch someone, perhaps not. But rest assured, I'm okay. RH&F
