Chemotherapy

A final note

Can I get something to help with the pain.

Thoughts, anxieties wound up

Arduous to think straight

Overcome with exhaustion, 

I wade in words trying to go back and erase my mistakes

There is not enough time

No comfort in numbness

Apprehensive and absent 

despondency hits

willpower could fail me 

Forgotten how the hands of the sun rested upon my shoulders 

The laughter of summers gone echo to the present  

I see a boy run across the grass

Mindless and contented

I spent the day with you

It was a perfect day

Motion stills 

Love has drained me and been traced back to those I hold dear

making their sadness so much more poignant 

Momentary hesitation

Before I eclipse

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The sun comes up 

You are cold

A half smoked pack of cigarettes

Well worn slippers

The day is flat and weather less

Carried away your belongings

with a heavy heart

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is riveting...and oh such sadness fills the page---

especially with that last stanza. as cold as is that awful disease.