Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

Sacrifice

Swirling, pulsing, and throbbing through air
came a cloud, not quite black, above my bed, 
not closing my eyes and watching in fear, 
Death would be easy but the cloud was my dread.

Looking closer, I viewed a darkening black spot
two thirds of the way down the visage's form.
It grew, spun, shrunk as though it were hot.
My head seemed electric as though in a storm.

I jumped from the bed wanting a fight.
The cloud backed away, I thought setting me free.
I grabbed at its shoulders holding on tight,
Saying Death take no one, but take only me.

I kicked the spot with best martial art, 
thus causing the form to fold with a cry.
We tumbled to hell, there never to part.
I sacrificed life, and in hell I would die.

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CayCay Godwin May 12, 2025 at 10:36 AM So well written, engaging and riveting to me as each line drew me further and further in. Having read the comments below, I probably would title this Alzheimers; people need to be more aware of how torturous this condition is to all, then eventually just family as its victim is no longer present in their body. Having Traumatic Brain Disorder, I deal with Dementia at a younger age than anyone should. Not as severe as Alzh, but still scary and life changing. May joys comfort you ... CayCay Hilda Greenhough May 12, 2025 at 11:06 AM It's a terrible diagnosis. I was lucky in that I could communicate to my husband that he was hallucinating, and he seemed to understand. He has been gone for almost 17 years.

Kim Rodrigues May 30, 2024 at 7:22 AM Your husband’s illness indeed caused angst. Emotive! Hilda Greenhough May 30, 2024 at 8:15 AM Undefined phantoms. Thanks for visiting.

Richard Lamoureux March 9, 2024 at 4:53 AM So sorry for the loss of your husband. It is a cruel disease. Hilda Greenhough March 9, 2024 at 6:17 AM Thank you.

Bill Baker February 6, 2024 at 9:39 PM WOW, nice first post, Hilda. Very engaging poetry. I like you spirit to take on the cloud to save everyone else. Courageous to say the least. Welcome to Poetry Soup 5 months late. :-) I like to go back and read first post once I get to know a person's poetry a little. This was worth the time and effort, my friend. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill Hilda Greenhough February 7, 2024 at 2:32 AM Thank you. This poem was based on how my husband's Alzheimers appeared to me.

Richard Lamoureux September 30, 2023 at 9:15 AM This is quite the first poem for the soup. A good use of personification. Welcome to poetry Soup. Thanks as well for your visit. Hilda Greenhough October 1, 2023 at 8:43 AM Thank you. It was inspired by my now deceased husband's Alzheimer's delusions.

Beata Agustin September 20, 2023 at 7:04 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Hilda Greenhough October 1, 2023 at 8:44 AM Thank you.