Terminal

What do you do, when no matter how hard you fight, all the outcomes are the same?

It came on February 28th...
The Waves that had once stayed so still
Finally became a Storm.
I am a bundle of bones underneath the bleak sheets.
Swallowing dreams and 11:11 wishes.
The Shores, that were so crystalline,
So innocent to the hopes of tomorrow
Were tainted.

I couldn't outrun It.
I couldn't swim out in the other direction.
This breathing mask to keep me from drowning.
Waves came crashing against the Rocks again.
I tried to protect them, the Rocks, from the eroding.
But It wins.
Everytime.

Who was I before the Waves changed my Beach
Into something I'll never recognize?
Hair falling like broken shooting stars onto a pillow.
The smells of disinfectant make my stomach curdle.
Storm clouds dripping acidic rain.
I am sick- damaged in a way that if I were to find sanctuary
Upon the Shores it wouldn't matter.

The destruction is done.
The Shores are black with disease.
The Rocks are green with hopelessness.

Tumor. Brain. Cancer.

Terminal.

Author's Note

This was written some time ago and it's my most recent poem. Be honest and tell me what you think, but be mature about it! Stay golden. :)

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

You have captured the emotions in a very vibrant and well crafted manner. This piece reaches out and grabs. It pulls one into the heart of the words and leaves them with few words at the end. Like an elevator that you just get this feeling won't ever rise again.

Fantastic Poem!
Wolfie

[Silent Knight]

This is a very good poem.

[Kiri Nells]

This is a beautiful way of describing a horrible event. This is a fantastic write, my friend. :)