Least Read Poems About Illness
#illness
Reality
Push away the covers
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
#love
#illness
#boredom
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HIGHWAY OF NO RETURN
Your burden is heavy and does not get lighter.
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
#death
#illness
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Holding The Line
Wading through the lies
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
A storm of deception
Like calculating Pi
An endless corruption
Focus on the center
Cling to the known
Stand fast against it all
Tall like a stone
Weathered cracks and fissures
More prominent and deep
Bear witness to the struggle
Of decades the will to keep
Fighting
One inch at a time
Enduring past all hope
Holding the line
The end closer
Than the begining
Muscles straining
Core failing
Going down
Fighting to the last
No more...
#love
#illness
#aging
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rather be home with a scotch
now I sit in the pub struggling
with
half a pint of bitter and
a
sandwich instead of the roast dinner on
offer
me a night out
in the pub
and
I’ll say
yes,
although purely out
of
politeness
with
half a pint of bitter and
a
sandwich instead of the roast dinner on
offer
me a night out
in the pub
and
I’ll say
yes,
although purely out
of
politeness
#illness
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EXCEPT FOR THIS SONG THE CRICKETS SING (Jamaica Beach beach house, 10-6-1991; 1st poem I wrote after moving back to TX)
well here i am
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
#death
#disability
#illness
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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Madam Choo Choo
Please, please, please!
I just want to sneeze!
Not this torturous tease
That can bring me to my knees
Where it seems to linger
Eyes, watery, and weepy
Nose, itchy, twitchy
Then anticipation
Ah, ahh ahhh
But no choo
Why am i
Having to endure this torture?
"CHOO!!!!!"
("bless you")
(fuck off!)
I wonder why
Anyone would bless a sneeze?
Part of which
Would indubitably
Be headed the way of said blesser
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
Staccato...
I just want to sneeze!
Not this torturous tease
That can bring me to my knees
Where it seems to linger
Eyes, watery, and weepy
Nose, itchy, twitchy
Then anticipation
Ah, ahh ahhh
But no choo
Why am i
Having to endure this torture?
"CHOO!!!!!"
("bless you")
(fuck off!)
I wonder why
Anyone would bless a sneeze?
Part of which
Would indubitably
Be headed the way of said blesser
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
"CHOO!"
Staccato...
#funny
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter #satirical
#LifeAsAWriter #satirical
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Death March
Cold light fills my room
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
Hurting my eyes with the clinical glare
The white coats and candy stripes flash by my open door
Seeming deaf to my calls for simple compassion
And companions to pass the time with
None will say what I feel in my bones
My time is running short and since they can't help me
They ignore me instead
My breath runs short in my lungs
As hard to breathe out as in
And my body is growing tired from the efforts
And still I feel the urge to smoke
What a fool I was
And am
The man in the bed across the room ...
#illness
#vulnerability
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Vomit
Words are such disgusting little things
I hate how I vomit them
How painful it is to retch them onto the page
Pages upon pages of useless words
How they clump and chunk themselves together so randomly
I wish my words were water drops
Could drip down the page
To find each other, swallow, become one
Instead, these nasty words
Sit like sick
Viscous and chunked in the bowl of my skull
I can feel them even now
Little whiskers brushing against the bones of my forehead
Bouncing around the bony plates and sutures ...
I hate how I vomit them
How painful it is to retch them onto the page
Pages upon pages of useless words
How they clump and chunk themselves together so randomly
I wish my words were water drops
Could drip down the page
To find each other, swallow, become one
Instead, these nasty words
Sit like sick
Viscous and chunked in the bowl of my skull
I can feel them even now
Little whiskers brushing against the bones of my forehead
Bouncing around the bony plates and sutures ...
#confessional
#illness
#learning
#LifeStruggles
#PersonalGrowth
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Origin of Friendship (CW: Child abuse)
Liquor in his hand, the drunkard sat
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes
that cruelty...
and listened as she told it from the start:
In the final days of that most recent flood
when all of us, displaced, corralled, encamped
felt the force of hunger in our pits,
when also was the White Plague freed from ice,
I first met Hul, the boy who trailed The Man.
Though monstrous was The Man, who cained and beat
as though we poor were mongrels, groveling
at supper-time, embarrassing the master,
young Hul would look upon his master’s works
with pangs of empathy behind big eyes
that cruelty...
#epic
#friendship
#illness
#love
#mythology
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used to like walking
frightened of going out, of falling over and over again I open the front door and then close it again and again and decide not to go out, I’d so much rather stay in
#illness
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