Gravy days

mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
edited March 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My husband's doctor gave him two years to live SEVEN years ago, then proceeded to prescribe the wrong medication and damn near killed him in two months time. The anger gushed from my heart in letters to God, to the doctor, and to my husband. Then in a moment of clarity, I realized that every day had to be a celebration of life. This is why every day is a holiday at my house. But before this revelation . . .

"EMPTY"

My empty reflection is all but a stain
Smears of black empty blood
My battered heart a hollow block
Of dead empty wood

My soon empty hands
Smash a now empty frame
A constant reminder
Of my now empty name

Absent, displaced gratitude
Wrenching, forced solitude
Be careful what you wish for
Echoes my aching, empty attitude

An empty bed in a half empty house
Even more vacuous than it seems
Purposely clouded memories relived
In night's bitter, empty dreams
fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Post edited by Unknown User on

Comments

  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    I just got chill's, great work !

    Godfather.
  • the wolfthe wolf Posts: 7,027
    Wow. I'm so sorry.

    That is really good, and very powerful.


    -steve
    Peace, Love.


    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Sign In or Register to comment.