Hidden Sister Poet Narrative

When

It was only supposed to last a little while. 
The pain I suffered was temporary. 
You promised you would fix it. 
Oh and fix me you did.

I hate you for what I have become.
Tired. Lazy unable to work. 
You created this monster of pain
Inside my head. 
It never goes away.

But you were the lucky soul. 
Your death was quick and painless.
Leaving behind those who mourn.
But I am not one of them. 
I wish you all that you deserve.

I have something now that I cannot change.
This damage to nerves, and numbness and pain.
My life has become a struggle. 
I compete with pain each day.
Sometimes I lose. Occasionally I win

It never leaves this pain you made. 
I wonder how many more.
You destroyed like me.
So powerful being a surgeon. 
To hold someone's life in your hands.

sickness, depression, anger

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Poet Destroyer A October 19, 2013 at 11:56 PM Hi Jennifer, ... CONGRATULATIONS:) on having your poem featured on the soups HOME PAGE. Goodnight poet friend <3 =)LINDA

Painted Hunter March 12, 2013 at 10:21 AM Oh my, this is strong stuff...I wrote one for this contest as well.

Hidden Sister January 29, 2013 at 5:09 AM Thanks, Vicky after not writing for a long time I feel so excited to more on this site. Everyone is so encouraging.

Vicky Tsiluma January 29, 2013 at 2:06 AM Hi, I must say - excellent write! The way you’ve brought out the angst - well done. It definitely feels wrong to think of a human being holding the power of life in their hands and yet such is the reality in so many aspects of our lives. You've brought it out well….I’m certainly looking forward to read more of your work. Vicky Mash Mulla February 28, 2013 at 4:15 AM its a great piece but its also true some people have power over others.