Till Death Do We Battle

Till Death Do We Battle

A Poem by Briana O'Connor

Inaudible disaster spews from his lips.

They are moving,

But ears are lacking comprehension.

Mind wandering,

Swirling me off to dimensions unknown.

The doctor,

Still blathering his dire prognosis.

I’m dying,

Stricken with a plague irreparable.

I’m crumbling,

Emotional tornado desisting the snivel.

Forefronted ire,

Physician cringing in consternation.

Execration detonating,

“You’re a fabulist, a quack, a rapacious fool!”

He’s tolerant,

All too aware of the turmoil inside.

The sickness,

It’s devouring my heart and soul.

Tears brimming,

Finally falling, hailing down my face.

What hope?

There’s none for this monster.

Clueless healer,

Disillusioned beliefs of sparring with demons.

I’m yielding,

Falling to my knees pleading for an answer.

This malady, it’s there

No matter how vehement my mourning.

I’ll fight,

This battle ahead, this war to be won.

Till the death,

We wrangle to the very bitter dissolution.

© 2015 Briana O'Connor


Author's Note

Briana O'Connor
Please feel free to be as constructively honest as you wish. Any suggestions or corrections are much appreciated. Do not rate or review based on opinion or subject of this piece. If you would like the favor returned please send me a read request or a message with the piece you wish for me to review! Happy writing :D

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Nice little poem!
I love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

thank you :D
The imagery this piece portrays is so vivid and pulls at the heart strings. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

thank you :D
Good write, very vivid and emotional. But, let me tell you there was lot of scope of rhyming the words.That is just my opinion.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

what do you mean?
So vivid painting of the emotional turmoil an individual can go through, at times it is hard to bring the message with same intensity that one feels which makes a writer a real creative in his or her writing, well penned

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

thank you so much :D
I had the same thing happen to a friend and then the wife. In both cases ... it either was a wrong diagnosis ... or it worked out okay. It therefore doesn't surprise me ... reading a report ... that there were 700,000 heart pacers ... just in one year ... placed in people who didn't need them. Amazing! Makes a case for re-discovering one's faith in traditional remedies. Nice ...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

Oh my now that is one scary statistic!
We wrangle to the very bitter dissolution. A fine poem and right on the money. Doctors can terrorize you with those diagnoses. I had a cancer scare back in the 90's. It was nothing - but it definitely rattled my brain.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

I've been through the same thing. definitely not fun, but relieving when it's over. thank you for re.. read more
very nicely done showing the devastation a poor patient feels as they are fighting through diagnosis and fighting for their life!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

THANK YOU :D
Good write up. This has a bit of a different style to it then a lot of your other poems, which is pretty good. You can only really grow your skill by trying other things. There is a good beat here, I like it. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

Thank you :D
This poem very dramatically and wonderfully describes that one dreadful moment. The feelings of the patient have been expressed exceptionally well. What havoc some idiot of a quack can wreck.. (I've had one such experience which got me landed on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask, after munching on wrongly prescribed medicines).. Oh, I like this piece..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much :D
By now, past age 50, I've watched to many of my elders fight that final battle that is only won when the pain stops.

You're poem put me in mind of the Bill Gaither Hymn lyrics:
"And then one day, I'll cross the river,
I'll fight life's final war with pain;
And then, as death gives way to vict'ry,
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!"


Posted 10 Years Ago


Briana O'Connor

10 Years Ago

thank you for reading :D
MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.

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