I feel riddled with sickness,
plagued by all infirmity.
Like a fiddle playing a -
score of sombre tunes.
(Kouta form - Japanese quatrain, 7,7,7,5)
03.20.2024
In one moment it all changes
In every part of me
It grabs hold of my whole being
This powerful enemy
No warning does it give me
No time to prepare
Within seconds it has seized me
Within seconds it is just there
Intense fear consumes my being
Takes total control
Quickly dragging me down
That horrifying dark hole
Breathing is now difficult
My head heavy and tight
Legs that can’t move at all
My body is not right
My heart pumps quickly
I hear it’s every beat
My body is entirely out of control
From my head to my feet
I sense I am going to faint
Collapse to the floor
I am completely terrified
My body can’t withstand anymore
I feel my life is ending
My time to depart is here
I can no longer fight the fight
Of this debilitating fear
Help... I feel I am dying
I am controlled by all consuming dread
Terror occupies both body and soul
I feel soon I will be dead…
Again it finally passes until the next time
When pure panic captures my being
Without warning
Without sign…..
Results of pain maybe have been hurtful and debilitating,
And to God would best if we really started closer relating;
Stop ignoring;
Start adoring;
We must pray to God soon as possible without hesitating.
With Father Farrell here is what must be addressed,
When I meet you I had been immediately impressed
Are in God's loop;
Start poetry group;
Liked great sermon and the things that you stressed.
Remember the song, "I need Thee every hour."
I sure do right now even though it is 0400 here
in the morning.
Jim Horn
Can't believe that I have already written
over 6,666 poems. Can you imagine.
Deep Death Debilitating Dreams
Oh take my hand this eternal sleep for my sorrows weep bondage of yesterday
Black veils demand my soul to keep as they are thirsty and sweep my core away
Succulent of my being escaping thoughts in tangled knots admits rains of gray
Marauding music dwell the sounds of emptiness confounds the silenced stray
Harbinger of hell hath no bounds as it punitively pounds wounds wilted weigh
~~~
Melancholy maids in the mist begotten brides with tenacious tides everlasting
Within the darkness, we exist amongst great divides as our solitude slides fasting
Beautiful baneful banishing lost in forever of the nefarious never of my grasping
Resurrecting river of death in your endeavor with banks of clever evil surpassing
Pillaging my benignant breath as you sever and take pleasure my abysmal assassin
~~theme...this eternal sleep~~
May.15.2018
A Poem about DEATH
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Excruciating and Debilitating
When we have pains that may be excruciating,
Have discovered they can become debilitating;
Much to learn;
This do yearn;
What we will really need is further educating.
Jim Horn
It must have been love – or so I thought
When pain was all your teasing eyes and utterance have caused
This musing heart of mine doesn’t learn a thing
That even the sweetest device can be debilitating
Just like a tooth, from chocolates, end up aching
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