Long Illness Poems
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I love you so and
I want you to know
That the care I feel is deep
I won't let you be alone.
I see you struggle as you
Force on smiles through the pain
But it feels like hope's in vain!
You're stuck in the center
Of what's supposed to help.
It's doing nothing useful
Nothing to benefit your health!
It seems that sleep is a luxury
Of it deprived are you...
This is a carers point of view!
( Chorus )
I know you tell me nothing can be done
That illness takes its toll on everyone
And it's merely a process that comes with age
When abilities start to fade...
Arthritis is rife
Part of the norm in your life
Frustration will flare
With no energy there.
If I had the power
I'd take all your ills away
In a heartbeat
Right away!
( Chorus )
I know you cling to the hope
Of a better time
When the quality of health
Won't be on the decline.
Your faith and trust
In the promises made
Is how you cope with trials today.
If I could
I'd swap my youth, my health
And carry all of your
Agonies myself.
The things you really need
I cannot do for you...
This is a carers point of view.
I wonder if I could have
bright therapeutic impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic murmuring depression.
If we are each
a potentially integral sacred muse
part of an EarthPeace puzzling movement
dancing improvisational music
for more gladness
means less Othering sadness
A multicultural
multi-generational opera
longing to finish reweaving symphonic
narrative of our cooperative
win/win co-invested Way
Toward restoring health orchestrations
optimizing climaxes toward culminating
democratic energy
woke up wealth
Of polycultural integrity's rich voice,
synergy choice
Co-empathic
co-invested
resonance of win/win therapeutic
regenerativity is not win/lose
trending toward lose/lose degenerativity
Wondering if we ever had a chance
for bright therapeutic global impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic anthro-depression.
Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing,
but begged life to bestow her something.
Blistered blue when life barely listened,
she began buying bargain fiction.
By and by, she believed she’d become a book ink fly.
Her heart bade she give her own fantasies a book try.
Brenda bathed blank sheets in beaut romance
billowing with bawdy circumstance.
Brenda bloomed when her pen beget one man’s behavior;
the book’s brawny, bold boatman became her heart’s savior.
Brenda’s book was bought in big, boxed bundles,
so she boasted bling, but felt befuddled.
Daytime, bedtime, both brought baleful feel
born from thoughts baring boatman’s appeal.
Brenda balked, but she well failed to block boatman’s stalk
who wormed her sanity thru fiction’s crosswalk.
Obeying her pen, she beheld him in blissed fantasy blocks.
Now, Brenda’s berserk pen bends her daily at bleak o’clock.
Fight or flight happened again today
Don't know why or what to say
Anger deep inside my mind
Not really seeing, feeling blind
So I went for a wander
To clear my head
Far over yonder
Here's what the voices said
Your better than this you are great
Get on the phone ring your mate
This is just one of them blips
Walk on son get outta them dips
The other voice telling me to quit
Making me feel like s**t
Laughing loudly deep inside
This is when I sat and cried
It's not very easy knowing your wrong
But I had to remain strong
Anger, sadness is what I felt
Sat on the grass wanting to melt
I've survived worse this I know
Recovery may be really slow
I'm ready to fight this head on
Positive thoughts and staying strong
Dont just ask "how am I?"
Otherwise I will make you cry
The reason is I'm not good
Miss those lost from brotherhood
Listen to me and what I say
Empaphize don't run away
I need your help this is for sure
Then together we'll find the cure
I feel this every day,
Even when people pass away.
A mix of guilt for not being able to weep,
Not comprehending why it's so deep.
How can I not feel pain,
Is this what they call insane?
I do not know how to show how much I care,
At times I feel as though it isn't fair.
Why cry for someone already dead,
Have you not heard what the priests have said?
You have done nothing wrong,
Why cry and mourn for so long?
They left you so much,
They're the ones who will watch.
And feel guilt when you cry,
Asking god, wondering why.
Maybe I am cold hearted,
But I am who god created.
Why should I cry for a soul I'll never see,
When they know I love them and they love me.
Heaven is waiting for you, my friend
You said, you saw them there
I know you want to leave the suffering behind
You have fought so hard and been so kind
Angels are waiting, you will find
When the time is right, everything will be so bright
This illness will attack you no more
Heaven is waiting my friend
Every giving gesture on your part is known
All the love you have spread is shown
And when that time comes…
I will be looking at the sky, still seeing you
Knowing that you are home safely
Know that I will be there one day and our reunion will shine
It will shine like every star in the sky
For every moment shared and everything you did for me
For everyone on earth to see
Heidi Sands
11/23/22
After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife
hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife
at the least severely incapacitated
think pitted, riddled,
and rounced her tortured life.
Ovarian cancer affliction
on par with megadeath
bald pate (color of bleached skull),
and crossbones characterized mortal death
oxygen tank to sustain each measured breath.
Nonetheless her angry spirited accursed
ferocity, ejaculatory, denunciatory burst
expletive and epithet
peppered preponderant rant,
(no kidney you) laced
and dull livered worst
fulmination, exasperation,
(albeit feebly faint)
damnation well versed
lips mouthing implacable thirst
to defy grim reaper uber
lyft driver analogous hearst
jubilation immune to
interrogation and/or humiliation
diatribes interpreted glorification,
remained scythe lent bore
scathing rebukes hurled regarding
her sole son (courtesy
miraculous biological reproduction)
dogged with financial perdition
eased series of unfortunate events narration
blessed nonagenarian widower husband
generous father gave male progeny
eased (his/mine) absolution
availed immense monetary boost,
she (envision banshee)
voiced abhorrent objection
regarding liberal outpouring
triggered her vitriolic remenstration.
Similar with pointed gesticulation,
excoriation, cannibalization, abomination...
against reducing his albatross
yoking penurious defeat
her livid hostility displayed, decried,
damned how Matthew Scott,
(I shoal mussel metaphor
without clamming up, how
said offspring coasts) along easy street,
while she sorely protested (thankfully in vain)
even after succumbing to painful demise,
she vehemently, obstreperously and helplessly
loathes handsome handout
to yours truly forsakes Pete.
To be cover in calm, with stillness, your sanity
Breathe deep, feeling your insides dissipate what stirs so violently inside
Follow Love, with your partner to inhale life fully
Run without breath so as not to inhale life
Lay down in fear from the warmth of love
Push away what is precious so as not to hold it
With time slipping from the hands of the clock
Grimace in pain as we lost our grip
Fall into the hand that will lay to rest
The pain that surrounds your childhood unrest
Caress the thoughts out, in kindness and warmth to you
Reveal all, to the one, who can help you
Secure yourself, so our hands can hold each other
Securely attached once more
Mental health.
We have the radio on our side.
Then the song creates a curtain.
We all have commercial breaks on our mind.
But for now, we have some random song.
Mental health.
Scraps are constantly being sewn into us.
Stitches being torn.
We don’t even realize.
Mental health.
Toys with us.
A spinning top.
On top of the planet Neptune.
Feels far away.
But planets always circle back.
Mental health, health, health…
Churning. Rambling.
Waiting.
Lying in bed.
As if there’s nothing at all.
I might be mentally ill.
A bird on the window sill.
Tapping the glass.
Eyes that pass.
Or I might just be…
Strange.
Mental health…
Wavers.
So sad to see you
Wilt away
Waste away
Fade away
People throwing lifebuoys
And you don’t reach out
You don’t try
You don’t want
You refuse to try
As if you hope to end it
Once and for all
As if you’ve given up
On finding something to live for
Gave up on your dreams long ago
Do you even remember caring
So long ago
What about the people
Who want you
In their lives
Who want to hear your jokes
See you smile
See you embrace life again
What about
Everyone who loves you
Let us back into your heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 18, 2017 for contest LET ME INTO YOUR HEART sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 8TH
PS featured in 2018