Divinding, Surviving

A poem about illness, senn through a lovers eyes.

Desperate eyes
Dance accross the room,
Devoid of life,
Guilt is rife.
Unsightly look for one so young,
His funeral march already sung.

 

Dividing, surviving,
An unhappy smile,
There's no sense in denial.

 

So thin, his unfortunate twin?
Hacked out momentarily,
Only to reappear
And restart its' destructive career.

 

How long's left?

Predict the tide.
Your own personal genocide.
Every part of him dies,
Only to be exhumed,
Greedy for life,
So full of strife.

 

Delicate and intimate,
Are you seeing red?
It left you for dead.
Become another,
Try to recover.

Reviews

[Jade]

Delicate and intimate,
Are you seeing red?
It left you for dead.
Become another,
Try to recover.

I love this stanza, This is so good and very descriptive

[Mariah]

Wow. For a moment, I was lost, but once I read the description at the top it became clear, and wow, this is not the kind of poem you see often. I loved it.

[Spoken]

This is great! I really connected with this.
Desperate eyes
Dance accross the room,
Devoid of life,
Guilt is rife.

intensely searching for something that resembles life

So thin, his unfortunate twin?
Hacked out momentarily,
Only to reappear
And restart its' destructive career.

you may be able to void despire momentarily but it always returns

Become another,
Try to recover.

A small glimmer of hope. Maybe if I become something else I can escape this impending death of myself

hope I'm not off here, this is just what i get out of your writing. Excellent pen!