the flowers came too late

the flowers came too late

composure slips into coma

your eyes touch mine

and i am a mindless diagnosis

heart support and intravenous drips of courage

keeps me breathing your scent

i am insecurity's perfect patient

i love you in my sleep

but waking finds me running toward

conundrum's rehab

i'll never get well enough to love you

and my emotional insurance is waning

soon, they will send me home

without you.

erin-cilberto

2/8/18

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love this so sad
I’ll share with you to read one of the great famous old aussi poets Henry Lawson it’s a poem my fav of his
It’s written about his dying day in his future obviously he wrote it whilst alive lol it recounts all his fav poems he wrote it’s quite epic moving
It’s called the last review

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

In his poem the ones starting in capital letters are some of his many poems u love this as I do your poetry 😀

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Love can be a total blessing or a curse sometimes we lose ourselves onky to realise too late that it was all infront of us all the time, loss can keep us prisoner fir life, not easy, great words🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Thoughts In Time.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure🌹

[Mary]

"I am insecurity's perfect patient "Wow! Isn't that the truth? Wanting to love, needing to be loved in return, and afraid of what? the rejection. And then time passes as does the moment "soon they will send me home". This beautiful poem touches the universal soul, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review.Mary
j.

[JayceeC]

jacob,
It's been a while and you are still cranking out some of my favorite poetry. This piece oozes internal conflict of the wounded. The need to reach out and be loved is hindered by the fear of loving and being hurt and damaged once again. I'm glad you're still at it. Maybe I'll find the inspiration to start writing again somewhere between your lines.
JC

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hope you start again...and it is so good to see you back, Jaycee...missed you...
and thanks for your words on the poem...
j.

[steppenwolf]

Nakedly beautiful; it almost hurts to read. But this is why I compare you to our mutual friend Allen Ginsburg.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

to be compared to AG...that is an honor...thank you for the kind words, Leslie.
j.

[steppenwolf]

Don't forget: "First thought, Best thought." I love this guy.

[duff]

This is beautiful writing. Packed with emotion that stays consistent until the end. Great work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, duff.
j.

[duff]

Very welcome Jacob.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Prognosis: dire.
A brilliant metaphor!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy.
j.

[barleygirl]

"i'll never get well enough to love you" . . . this superb line might explain my lifelong inability to be in a committed relationship! If I looked at my track record of connections, it might be as dreary as this (which is why I never look). Your depiction of brokenness feels like walking on shards of glass! *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Margie.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

A powerful poem Jacob on two themes one of love and separation and the medical system that is failing us all!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Homason]

Powerful piece, J....perfect expression of love vs guilt.
Even though we can’t always get what we want in reality, sometimes it is best to save the truth in our mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the visit and your words, Homason.
j.