Intrusion
A Poem by Mr. Stage Four
I think I hate the intrusion the most. The picking, prodding, sticking things into arms. Ouch! Go away already.
Take off your clothes. Put on your clothes. Stand there. Sit here. Do as we say. We're helping you heal.
Privacy is an illusion. It disperses as quickly as leaves fluttering in a wind-storm. Transient, unreal.
Close eyes. Remember. Recall. Don't let the dropping stones obscure where I've come from.
It will come, you see, whether one agrees or not. It spreads regardless of my religion.
I despise the invasion of my body. The doing things to. The freezing and testing.
Touch inside. Pretend the poking fingers are normal events. Just another laugh.
Late. Dark. Lying in bed watching a movie. Half attention paid. I'm afraid.
© 2015 Mr. Stage Four
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Mr Stage Four, This is extraordinary writing. You've said so much and expressed intense emotion in a very skillful way. "Just another laugh" What else can you do? You really want to cry because you're overtired because you cant sleep because you're scared and the cycle goes on....
I'm afraid.
It's ok to be afraid. Stay awesome. :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
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Added on October 5, 2015
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Detailing the Cancer journey.....a man's thoughts on his disease...and how it impacts on his heart and mind. more..
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