Something nagging in the parched spaces in my brain
Almost migraine like, aching for soothing memories
Inside I know I can't last forever
But there is so much I want to see
Sometimes I wake in a cold sweat
Remembering that night
Laying side by side in the hospital emergency room
Panic creeps into my ears
Pounding and dividing with the bleeps of the machines
Science tells me, it's a dream
My own mortal coil slipping through the void
Angelic like I sway above the scene
Shouting at the nurses to believe my pain
With my husband lying next to me
Rapid eyes searching for answers
Screaming and crying
Our hopes and dreams in their hands
It must be a dream
For I know, it was once so real
Surreal and absurd
But truth often heard
Echoing in my brain
Never, never again
This was once so real
And now I have to learn to live with the dream
Of my scientific immortality
As the song says, Life is but a dream
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Written September 12th, 2003
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Thought provoking write Gill...quite a paradox really in
that the only thing we can be sure of in life , is death...
and in the greater scheme of all thats universal and never
ending , life probably passes us by all too fast...
The tone of the piece is mournful...morbid almost...but you
cannot walk away from this without questioning your own
mortality...and thats good poetry...evoking emotion and
thought...
I got up tired and pissed off this morning for a variety
of reasons...but reading this has been a little ( swift )
kick up the arse for me...
Enjoyed X
~ sonia ~ -
well penned
hard for me to follow, but thats normal for me..lol
i liked it
the title is very unique
well done
~~Blu~ ~
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This was once so real
And now I have to learn to live with the dream
Of my scientific immortality
can you say, "i got the chills?"
I love it when poems do that to me, thank you for your words
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Blees you Claire..coming from you, I bow to you..thanks.. you always write such rich and awesome stuff.. honoured for the comment
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I always expect to dream the answers, the "rapid eyes" of people dreaming are hypnotic - I watch my boyfriend for hours when he's dreaming - I listen to the little words that come out - I'm so addicted to the way his eyes flicker while he sleeps. It's so beautiful.
I always thought is must be very lonely doing a nightshift in a hospital - I don't understand how you can get used to the smell and the cleaness (well hopefully, wouldn't say so about the Royal Berks though...) and the echoes.
Caring for that many people you need to NEVER neglect caring for yourself.
Never.
This poem is so hollowing - peaceful and gentle but quite upseting.
Bloody good writing though I think.
Edited on Sep 13, 2:01 p.m. because ''.
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