![]() How It Really FeelsA Poem by Barbara Walker![]() I have to present a positive outlook, when inside I am devastated, lost...![]()
There may be sunshine in the days,
but ours have a pall of shades of gray. Questions fill my mind- How long? What quality? Months, weeks, days? Will there be much pain? In the answers, do we gain? How do you live, while dying? How do you die, while living? Do we pretend? Do we keep lying? Denying? Or talk of dying? As your body bloats in new places and withers in others, do we act blind? Refuse the sign? Ask you to dine? Talk of the weather? It's getting wetter. Are you feeling better? Feel like a go getter? When you feel like hell, within your shell and from your toes to your crown, you have to lie down, I cannot believe how this has come to pass. Will it help, if I go to mass? And why, oh, why, does it have to be so fast? Leaving my mind in a whirl, I love you, girl, I don't want you to be ill, taking more and more pills- having to accept losing you, my sister, my twin, my friend; since girls in the womb and sharing a room. Don't you know, when you go- you won't be alone in that tomb? © 2013 Barbara WalkerReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 6, 2013 Last Updated on February 10, 2013 Author![]() Barbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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