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For You My Love

stories that hurt
heal the soul
if your heart can listen
to a sky full of scribbles
stretched o'er a
sketchy road

you know I
never wanted a cancer story
but now I
know it's easier
to fight the kiss of death
than what eats my soul

for the withered spirit
of stunted dreams
who feels no pain
letting life trickle away

there is no cure 
only 
perched upon the precipice 
of eternal night
the instinct for survival
staid death's yearning 
from my
stony heart

not caring 
somehow
made me care
made me care---ful
full of care
for you 
for ours

it was
the almighty
grinding clanking
industrial whirring
particle accelerator
isolating protons

that cured me

but it felt like a
reckoning
day after day
after
ninety of them 

and the crystal revelations 
have not ceased
since the last Geiger counter beeps
comforted my soul

now
more than ever
my love
(and you ARE my love)
I need to give you the sun
and stop craving the darkness

yes
I made lots of windows
and plenty of room for your light
and never intended 
it blind me so 

but I pray fervently now
to the voice in my head
please put back the universe
for I am a fool
to believe
these derelict dreams
are my soul
and we live (and die)
together
with all that we touch
with ALL
that we touch

no

my love
(and you ARE my love)
you are my dream
and we only LIVE
together

to stop needing the ray of you
that shatters my darkness
is
to drown in a hopeless sea of binary code
.....slowly sliding off the refrigerator door

to put a keyboard to my head
and commit 
poetry

for you my love
for you

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Date: 9/18/2022 10:09:00 AM
As Harry says, wow! Such a powerful and poignant and personal write Steven. I'm glad you commit poetry! Linda
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Steven Young
Date: 9/29/2022 1:45:00 AM
Thank you, Linda. I probably can't help committing poetry... lucky I found this place.
Date: 9/15/2022 8:20:00 PM
Wow, an amazing rendition of your cancer treatment, Steven. love the personalised metaphor. Hope you are well now. Harry
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Steven Young
Date: 9/16/2022 4:04:00 AM
Very well, Harry. Thanks for commenting.

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