in the waiting room,
there are hearts like broken fjords,
ripped landscapes,
pain trickling down mountainsides;
i sit beside you and
watch the clock ticking down
the minutes in your life.
you are empty:
blue, icy eyes
that have forgotten the ease of life,
that have given up on sight;
lips cracked and raw,
touched by nothing but air.
a body filled with nothing
but the poison
dripping into your veins.
the world stops,
but the clock continues to tick
and there is nothing i can do
except whisper
that i love you.
your skin is thin,
papery as i grip tightly,
trying to make up for
the lack of response.
Author notes
This is maybe more depressing than you were looking for and I apologize, but I lost an aunt three months ago to breast cancer and I guess I'm still struggling with it. She fought it for over a year and I know in my heart that she's in a better place, a more painless place now, but it still hurts.
A contest entry
- Breast Cancer Support by Nicada.
600 points, ended June 10, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatever you want to say. Critiques, anything. :)
Comments
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how did I never read this sweetie?
this was so painful to read, my mom died of breast cancer almost ten years ago and I still miss her and feel her every day. this was beautiful in the sense that I could really tell how much you loved her. I am so sorry for your lost.
you definitely deserved the gold dear.
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I am writing this through tears. No, it isn't depressing to me, it is very honest and real. Three months is a very short time, and healing takes a long time. I can feel the love for your aunt so strongly here. You have done a wonderful job on this. I am so sorry for the loss of yor dear aunt. Thanks for entering. Blessings, Patty
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