Till Death Do We Battle

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.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Emily]

Nice little poem!
I love it!

[Briana O'Connor]

thank you :D

[Harmony-Lee]

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

[Briana O'Connor]

thank you :D

[Mayank]

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.

[Briana O'Connor]

what do you mean?

[Linda alexander]

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

[Briana O'Connor]

thank you so much :D

[Dayran]

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 ...

[Briana O'Connor]

Oh my now that is one scary statistic!

[TL Boehm]

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.

[Briana O'Connor]

I've been through the same thing. definitely not fun, but relieving when it's over. thank you for reading.

[RAOrourke]

very nicely done showing the devastation a poor patient feels as they are fighting through diagnosis and fighting for their life!

[Briana O'Connor]

THANK YOU :D

[spitballing]

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. :)

[Briana O'Connor]

Thank you :D

[Rana]

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..

[Briana O'Connor]

Thank you very much :D

[MomzillaNC]

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!"

[Briana O'Connor]

thank you for reading :D

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.