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Cancer Of The Heart..................
A malignancy.
It was discovered today
I hoped that a cure was somewhere on the way......
…....but the lights began to dim low
and I pray for you to come forth and heal me
before the heavens say that I have to go
and in the infancy of my illness
the multitudes seemed thrilled
to come around and present their riches,
praise and prayers
all in the name of their own self indulgent
gain. Five fleeting moments of fame......
....it did not stop the pain
nor bring you around to heal me
The absence of you is about to kill me
and my eyes start to cry as my plasma begins
to whither and dry
and turn to wind-blown dust
…..and my skin turns to stone
and I no longer feel like living
so tired and unforgiving
gasping for breath in the winding down
of my so-called life
Won't you love me?
Won't you lay your hands upon me
Will you help me restore
the passion, the desire...life's precious flow?
I'm down on my knees,
down on the floor
begging.......
…..for I want to live and not die
living inside your love
pleading to you right now......
….to just come and
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul
Hold me tightly against your breast,
please don't let me go
Massage my heart, my spirit
with powerful words of....
“.....love. I need you.
You are the air that I breathe,
say that you will never ever leave”
bid the cancer of this man's heart
go away
save me......
It was discovered today
I hoped that a cure was somewhere on the way......
…....but the lights began to dim low
and I pray for you to come forth and heal me
before the heavens say that I have to go
and in the infancy of my illness
the multitudes seemed thrilled
to come around and present their riches,
praise and prayers
all in the name of their own self indulgent
gain. Five fleeting moments of fame......
....it did not stop the pain
nor bring you around to heal me
The absence of you is about to kill me
and my eyes start to cry as my plasma begins
to whither and dry
and turn to wind-blown dust
…..and my skin turns to stone
and I no longer feel like living
so tired and unforgiving
gasping for breath in the winding down
of my so-called life
Won't you love me?
Won't you lay your hands upon me
Will you help me restore
the passion, the desire...life's precious flow?
I'm down on my knees,
down on the floor
begging.......
…..for I want to live and not die
living inside your love
pleading to you right now......
….to just come and
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul
Hold me tightly against your breast,
please don't let me go
Massage my heart, my spirit
with powerful words of....
“.....love. I need you.
You are the air that I breathe,
say that you will never ever leave”
bid the cancer of this man's heart
go away
save me......
Published 31st Dec 2013
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31st Dec 2013 4:41am
Oh darling, you got my love that is for sure with a write like that -- and if I were the lady you are addressing, you would never have to beg me, and if I had the the
power to heal your heart in any way, I would not hesitate to use it....... :)
power to heal your heart in any way, I would not hesitate to use it....... :)
31st Dec 2013 4:44am
Thank you Scarlet for you comments. Thank goodness this is a poem from some of my sketches of a few years back when life was feeling very low for me. For some reason unknown to me, I just felt compelled to post this. Maybe it's the end of some form of catharsis....I just don't know
31st Dec 2013 4:51am
Wow! This poem is so beautifully sad to me! I'm having a hard time interpreting the meaning of it though! Felt like your words were glossed in an overwhelming sense of urgency, begging for help to heal you....
A lovely display of tender emotions...Xoxo
A lovely display of tender emotions...Xoxo
31st Dec 2013 5:02am
.....and the rugged Alpha male can't be tender? LOL
I really do not know the origin or motivation for this tonight. I'm just having this moment that feels really foreboding. An odd specter that seems to have inhabited my space tonight.....maybe I just need you to send some of that "medicinal" rain this way. : )
I would try not to interpret this one......the author doesn't even understand this mood :-/
I really do not know the origin or motivation for this tonight. I'm just having this moment that feels really foreboding. An odd specter that seems to have inhabited my space tonight.....maybe I just need you to send some of that "medicinal" rain this way. : )
I would try not to interpret this one......the author doesn't even understand this mood :-/
31st Dec 2013 5:03am
31st Dec 2013 5:18am
......then my friend, let our words soothe this feeling before the dawning of a new year : )
31st Dec 2013 5:41am
This poem makes me sad for the ones who have no love, and happy for the ones who loves me.
Touching my heart Mr. M. May this feeling pass you by.
Touching my heart Mr. M. May this feeling pass you by.
31st Dec 2013 7:00am
this oozed angst beautifully..intense emotions well crafted!!
fav line:
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul
ahhh Excellent Ink Mr M :) enjoyed
fav line:
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul
ahhh Excellent Ink Mr M :) enjoyed
5th Jan 2014 4:25am
very deep poem... says a lot and speaks volumes like no other.. im new to this site and I cant wait to post!! this is why I write, artist like you inspire me to keep writing..! this is awesome!!
22nd Jan 2014 2:57am
"pleading to you right now......
….to just come and
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul"
Evokes images of the pain caused by losing your love and your best friend in the same person. The only person who can console you, can't. Thank you for making me think and feel tonight.
….to just come and
hold me, console me
Speak life to my soul"
Evokes images of the pain caused by losing your love and your best friend in the same person. The only person who can console you, can't. Thank you for making me think and feel tonight.
