Open Poetry #2 |
Walk with Me |
Ladycat
since 1999-07-05
Posts 782At the edge and a doorway,TX |
There are several people that walk in and out of these doors Some walk in and don't walk out again Treatment is the only answer to heal their suffering Remission for six months then reacurrance Who's to know the true We can't feel the pain that they can All the hurt and sadness Try to tell their families that their loved ones might be here for another year Maybe not, depending on how the drugs work Drugs on drugs Medicine on medicine Experiment after the other They become the guinea pigs for the ones that come after them Living on an endless circle of life Their wheels of hope fighting for freedom Stuggling to survive Families holding on to everything that they have Till the one day that the doctor has to say They're dead Walk with me silently through this hospice house See the looks on their faces Think about your life Think about the way that you live This is where the sick go to die Is this the way that you want to go? Love, Lady In Memory of my Father, Claude C. Charles. September 12th will be his one year of rest. It was the most horrible thing that I have ever had to go through and I hope that noone else has to go through it. "Sometime at night the wolves are silent and only the moon howls" |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
Powerful, Ladycat. You have touched a very real nerve. Drugs on drugs and medicine on medicine is surely true. There is always the abvious alternative, which is interesting because that is where we all end up anyway. Yes, I have been through the wringer a time or two and I am glad you posted this. INclan |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Heartwrenching and sobering, dear Lady. I know of the Hospice house, and my heart goes out to you and yours. |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
A true, real, thought provoking piece. I savored the ebb and flow of this one, although one line was a tad too long, but this is personal preference. I know first hand the pain of this passing, as I shall forever remember the short time Mr. Charles called me son. I thank you for allowing me to meet him before his passing. But know this: noone is dead until all the ripples their life created have died away. If this is true, and I believe it so, Mr. Charles will continue to live for at least another 127 years, give or take a decade. Alicat |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
i am no good critic on feee verso but i like this ladycat strong powerful message makes me feel it and i like that in a poem and yuh o course with momma i can relate i feel for yuh thanx |
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miriam Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 323glendale,ca. |
i worked in a hospice once. it can be a real experience. i read your other poem and emailed you, i don't know if you received it. if you did then remeber what i said. I'm still praying for you. miriam |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
A sad, touching poem. Your words bring out so much that needs to be said about dying. We all seem afraid to talk about it! It's a part of living...but you are right about the horrible way cancer patients have to live at the end. Why can't it be like being born? Someone wraps you in a blanket and rocks you gently until you fall asleep? |
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