Eve Roper Poet Free verse

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He Lies Not Alone Nights

Sounds of a baby’s cry echo through the room for salvation

As an old man  hums  in his head  to ease the humiliation

   
   He feels a volcano deep in his soul

Ready to slowly blow

As  accursed bowels  churn and  burn
  
 Never feeling hunger or  thirst

Frighten  for  the moment  it will  explode


He lies not alone nights,

              but

Nursed  by  his companion
 
   as he walks up to him and snuggles next to his warm beating heart

Understanding comfort is all he needs

   Taking his mind off  his own affliction


He has had all he can handle


Drawing breath for benediction and not abandonment

   Subdue

            Through ceasing to be and be spared

For he hungers for the sacrament of the Word

The Fisher of the sea


2/10/2017

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Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2017 at 5:54 PM wow, EVE, what an amazingly touching poem. GREAT job. A SEVEN

Arthur Vaso February 11, 2017 at 9:02 PM Eve you have the heart of an angel, loved this!

Wendy Rycroft February 11, 2017 at 3:06 PM Wow very emotional great words x

Winged Warrior February 11, 2017 at 1:09 AM A poem from the heart...beautiful and sad...may the angels comfort and protect you and your family Eve...you are an ambassador from heaven...god bless...^WW^

Probir Gupta February 10, 2017 at 8:20 AM Very sensitive ... Deep ...

Anne-Lise Andresen February 10, 2017 at 7:59 AM - All he needed ... love from his best and faithful friend - A dog realize - A warm and heartbreaking poem, Eve - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison February 10, 2017 at 4:36 AM Tears flow as I read your poem Eve Bravo such a touching emotional poem my friend:-) hugs jan xx

CayCay Godwin February 10, 2017 at 1:28 AM It is all I can do not to cry, Eve. Your poem got my emotions and, to me, that makes it a success. I don't want to cry, its a sadness in all of us who reach winter's twilight and, even then, perhaps it is the same spiritual lesson as for those who die much younger from prolonged disease: that we are not our bodies. Even so, eyes of faith struggle to understand. Yo, girl - emotive writing, indeed! All the best ... CayCay (you should have included tissues) 7