Long Sickness Poems
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Alone In The Dressing Room: Just Before Curtain Up
Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me.
And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for
Now they’ve airbrushed my face
That looks so out of place
On that poster they’ve stuck to my door.
My name is no longer top billing
It’s been pushed further down out of view
By some rich kid who blogs
From his channel of vlogs
And gets paid just to like all this too.
The curtain goes up in five minutes
But I think it should really stay down
They haven’t a clue
What real actors do
On the stage in this backwater town.
I’m the oldest guy here in this cesspit
And this dressing room’s cramped and too cold
The 'luvvies' will shout
That I’ve sadly sold out
Unlike seats for this show so I’m told.
I’m supposed to walk out there all happy
To some kids who just couldn’t care less
And keep 'doing my thing'
And get them to sing
- I’m washed out, fed up and a mess.
A Knock On The Dressing Room Door: Not Long After Curtain Down
I just wanted to say a big 'Thank You!'
The three of us had a great time
I’m not sure where to start
So I’ll speak from my heart
We loved you and your great pantomime.
My husband and I brought our ill son
And now value what laughter is worth
We saw sickness displaced
By wide smiles on his face
Despite his short time left on earth.
You brought us much joy, light and comfort
From the stage to the seats where we sat
No medicine or pills
Can cure our son's ills
But for two hours - tonight - you did that!
During the long silence life’s neither sad nor gay…
It only meant one needed time away.
Though, best wishes to my friends who with me they stayed in touch;
with soft notes of caring words that means so much.
Helpful hints to put perspectives in balance…
To take a closer look beyond a quick glance…
To weigh the highs and lows of Ones’ trials and errors...
To retrace steps taken upon roads spread wide and those paths-a-narrow…
To see with inners eyes of the worlds’ many wonders…
To ponder the plight of fortunate men and of those cursed asunder.
Do you ever think about life? Don’t you just want to know…
Why some have great wealth while others heave and tow?
Why complete happiness’ price is sadness?
Why weeping moms cannot share in my gladness?
Why my full belly causes yours to empty?
Why some stand contently while others in wrath or pity?
We are told that each reap what they sow….
As I look around ¬_that’s definitely not so.
For what has a infant done during its short life…
To suffer or die with such grievous strife?
There’s much happiness, riches and wealth.
Yet, also there’s sadness, sickness and poor health.
In quiet silence I ponder the balance.
And there amid it all…. We are
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I want to be your cool friend
And the same time your best friend
I want to be your homeboy
Your teddy bear and your play toy
I want to be the only one you will share you bed with
The one you never want to fight with
I want you to be the magnet while am the steel
The only one that will make your heart reel
I want to be the reason why your face smile
The one that will make you laugh from a thousand mile
I want to be the light in your dark
The one that gets to watch your back
I want to be your rainfall and your sunshine
the one to makes sure you are fine
I want to be the liniment for all your pains
The detergent to wipe away your past stains
I want to be the answers to all your prayers
That comfort that will run deep your skin layers
I want to be your sunrise and your sunset
The one to keep you dry and make you wet
I want to be the strength to your weakness
the only source of your earthly happiness
I want to be the reason you want to see tomorrow
The unimaginable joy to all your sorrows
I want to be the medicine for your sickness
The one to manage your romantic business
I want to be the face you want to see in the morning
The one to make your lips move when you are
frowning
I want to be your heaven on earth
One to show you so much love you've never felt
I want you to be my QUEEN while am your KING
The goddess to wear my wedding ring
I want to be your GOOD, BETTER and your BEST
Your end your beginning last and your first
I want to be the tears in your eyes
The one to show you all the truth not the lies
I want to be the peace you will find
That which will give you a rest assured mind
I want to be your darling and sweetheart
The one to mend your broken heart
I want to be your bed and your pillow
Your boy your man and your super hero
Just let me be everything to you
For love is truly built for me and you
Sometimes she will talk of it, not often,
but maybe her mother, just to see how she is doing,
opens a door in her mind again.
Dead mother, in her very special way, still cares.
When young, very young,
she was taken on long silent walks
to the emergency room;
another inexplicable illness had
crept into her bed.
One more deadly threshold
needed to be avoided,
a mother’s love demanded it,
needed this stage,
this on-going hospital drama
she had created for her daughter.
Back then they had interesting remedies
for chronically sick little girls,
some involved iron tubes and leather straps,
calming gas. Prolonged poking and
bedrest.
Mother was always word perfect,
knew all the medical terms,
could discuss with ease all the
signs and symptoms.
All was meticulously rehearsed.
The Doctors, if suspicious were compliant.
After umpteen visits
medical records grew voluminous.
They sent inspectors; case books were opened.
Eventually her mother closed herself down,
hiding behind a wall of ignorance.
After all she was the victim,
she kept telling her daughter so.
When her mind finally broke
only my wife could see it,
could tell that all that imagined sickness
had turned itself back upon her
seeking at long last a real a cure,
however she died knowing
there never was one.
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This was a pretty hard piece to compile, and definitely a personal piece to post but my hope is it may reach someone who needs it.
Withdrawals
The pain is indescribable, but with my words I can but try,
To describe the hell on earth that withdrawals will supply,
It covers every single miniscule molecule of every one of your bodies cells
From every hair follicle to each tip of every toe, your head rings like orchestral bells
You can't concentrate in fact you simply can't think as your skin begins crawling
You want to cry but your eyes cannot even weep, you cry out but no tears come falling,
While the sensation of an infestation begins to infest you under your skin,
Your every muscle has lost its strength and then the sickness and diarrhea begins,
Beads of sweat trickle down from your face,
Yet your bitterly cold, no matter how many layers the shivers continue to play chase
They penetrate right down to the bone and you cannot hide the inevitable shaking
Try as you might because of your body's unbearable aching,
It's like a baseball bat was used to literally batter you,
Nothing helps to sooth any of the pains your being subjected to
You find yourself contemplating things you'd never thought you'd do,
This poison is like the devil himself whispering in your ear he's cunning acting like a saviour
But it's evil plotting conspiring against you talking you into failure,
Just one hit and you'll feel so much better, don't suffer he repeats and replies,
While the people who love me my family are the angels shouting loudly rallying I hear there cries
And it's now a game of tennis my head is the tennis ball, back and forth you can't construe
You contemplate continuously, do I have the strength or the willpower to see this through,
Or will the devil on my shoulder finally conquer and prevail taking my soul back with him
Back to the depths of hell from which I came which was grim,
But failure would mean I would never be free of this addiction of this disease, of this affliction,
Therefore failure isn't even an actual option?
The weeks of hell you endure of withdrawals comes with the greatest reward you could ask for
Freedom, of the mind, the body and soul, withstand the biggest test of your life because for sure,
You've got so much more to live for!
I'm sick of you,
Tired of trying,
In love with your lies,
A mind-made paradise,
I made for myself,
All sugar coated with your colourless words,
That I dipped in my false hope
I'm sick of you,
Dreaming of restarting,
If I had the choice,
I would love with you in both lives,
Open your chained colours,
Your broken life,
Incomplete of love, by your restricting mind
I'm sick of myself,
Falling for your deceitful eyes,
A void covered by layers of veils,
When will I learn?
Drowning in my quixotic desires,
I await you,
To hear your voice again,
To melt under your gaze again,
To smile at your jokes again,
To embrace you, never let go
I guess, I'll never learn...
Fail and fail again...
I remember the way you made feel,
My darling our love was so very real.
You brought me comfort when I
needed comfort,
Baby it was me and you against the
world ,you were my constant support.
As time went by you started to slip
away,
When we got the news I cried and cried
on that life altering day.
I love you today as much as I did yesterday.
Even though you don't know who I am,
you don't even recognize me,
I don't have the time to ask God why.
Because I see you, I still see that twinkle
in your eye.
Although you may appear to be a shell of
a man,
I see beyond what's on the outside, I am
and will always be your biggest fan.
I going to stand by you in sickness and in
health,
With you I experienced a love like I never
I felt.
My strong and courageous husband you
have my solemn oath,
The things in which you can' t remember I'll
remember for us both.
Alexis Y.
"...though nothing can bring back
the time of splendor in the grass
of glory in the flower..."
---Wm. Wordsworth
"...in sickness and in health/
'til death do us part..."
Your mortal flesh decays
while mental failings mount
and I, powerless, mourn
your losses, in silent grief --
no slowing of the ravages
and time's neglect --
little chance, now, to correct
the many errors of the past.
I guard your fitful sleep,
remark upon your wrinkled brow
and sparse remaining hair,
hear hesitant, labored breath,
and determine to bear
(for how much longer?)
willful, spiteful actions,
bitter barbs, prompted by
what you really -- really! --
know -- by what we both
cannot accept and
refuse to voice aloud.
Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail
When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil
The moments you lose track of the day and time
If you need medicine you would spend every dime
To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix
Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks
It feels like a vacation you weren't meant to enjoy
Your phone, tablet or book becomes your new toy
Every task that you had planned never gets done
Your skin tone begins to change from having no sun
If you're married your mate becomes your waiter
Every sentence is "Honey can you do me a favor"
When you're sick it actually gives you time to unload
But this is your life in a nutshell when you catch a cold
Amnesia amnesia,
Take this away,
The old heart of decay,
As love goes astray,
Amnesia amnesia,
It’s all in the mind,
As I try to unwind,
The sickness defined.
Breaking down the walls,
As I hear his inner calls,
A Comfort So deep,
My eyes start to weep
Reassuring me
it all came with a price,
His sweet sacrifice,
His sweet sacrifice.
Amnesia amnesia
When nobody's there,
The void starts to scare,
When I’m unprepared,
Amnesia amnesia,
You’re purchased and rare,
Somebody does care,
Be patient, stay here.
Breaking down the walls,
As I hear his inner calls,
A Comfort So deep,
My eyes start to weep,
Reassuring me
it all came with a price
His sweet sacrifice
His sweet sacrifice.
Amnesia amnesia,
The battle was won,
By God’s only son,
I'v only just begun,
Amnesia amnesia
There is no need to run,
I mustn’t go numb,
My faith is what enabled me to overcome.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: faith