your sickness
and my own
hoplessness
are
interchangable.
5 days of
vomiting
diareah
the battle for equalibrium rages on.
(that is all i have ever known)
an ongoing war/
a wounded life.
to the hospital
we go
getting fluids to stay in you
through the vein
but
nothing is foolproof
there is no
easy solution
and
the line slips out
and
there is blood
on the floor-
your blood
my blood
the same blood.
all the while,
death stands behind a
thin door,
within earshot,
waiting for its own perfect
moment to enter,
(or so i imagine)
in this
war torn
country
in this
wounded life.
and my own
hoplessness
are
interchangable.
5 days of
vomiting
diareah
the battle for equalibrium rages on.
(that is all i have ever known)
an ongoing war/
a wounded life.
to the hospital
we go
getting fluids to stay in you
through the vein
but
nothing is foolproof
there is no
easy solution
and
the line slips out
and
there is blood
on the floor-
your blood
my blood
the same blood.
all the while,
death stands behind a
thin door,
within earshot,
waiting for its own perfect
moment to enter,
(or so i imagine)
in this
war torn
country
in this
wounded life.
sketchy_mf:
Your writing is sublime....please do something with it. At least start a thread to share with others, or join an SG poetry group.