Catelyn Meeker Poet Rhyme

Fever Burn

Purple days, pastel drawings I 
Crumpled and threw on the floor. 
I picked them up, unfolded them,
And taped them to my bedroom door. 

Life so cruel I tremble in pain in
The rusty colored mornings standing
In the dew. 
My eyes burned and I felt feverish 
When I thought of you. 

A bottle of white capsules in 
My hand one night, and while 
I stared at them all I could think 
About was our fatuous fight. 

You didn’t know I almost died 
Because when you asked me what 
I did, I lied. 

Cancer, tropical nights in a small 
Town swarming with seagulls and 
Buildings empty of a shadow or breath. 
Love dealt my way, then spoiled like
Garbage and death. 

Days crawling with humidity and dragonflies,
And I wish you could see me the
Way I was before I looked like this. 
I’ve ripped up all the pictures, but 
It’s the memories I miss. 

Whiskey made it so much worse,
But I felt no love or hate. On the
Wagon I white knuckle agony as 
I accept my fate.

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Joyce Chigiya August 29, 2021 at 8:11 AM I believe this is a poem of courage and overcoming. The drawings that had been discarded are mended as much as possible, picked up in restoration. There might be a lot of hurting that has gone on resulting in 'fatuous fights'. It is a good thing that time is a healer because the turmoil within has come to be acceptable. It is interesting to note how poetic devices such as imagery have been used to improve the quality of this piece. I love the poem since it points out to a ray of light filtering into a rather dark scary tunnel.