Life was good back in the old woods
for there I should stand all on my own
a stones throw from home
Over known terrain I engaged my trade
I worked the land on cash wages
and without a care for any shade
I never thought to be afraid
digging away with my long spade
A power of strength I was
denier of flaws
For trust in my protector above I saw
as enough
Rough as bloody guts I thought I was
full of life and fiery energy
brain power sharp as necessary
But then my memory went a wondering
and I forgot where I buried the money
Far into my soul I searched but saw
nothing
Then a doctor friend told me something
to shake my mind
an injured bloody brain fighting to find
slowing my life fell apart
Torn to pieces like a broken heart
knowing that in time I should be no more
as death was there waiting to take me
through its doors
Six months, one year, even as long as four
What did it matter
I was doomed and my life now lay in
tatters
Torn to pieces by a doctors sorry words
confined to a wheelchair for the rest
of my days
Never again to hear the cries of birds
and never again to enjoy the suns rays
Torn to pieces in my hour of fun
my heart no longer able to beat for
anyone
Death there waiting in the shadows like
a hired gun
Torn to pieces by the news from a
doctors lips
a disease spawned by the devils whip
And so into my makers grip I slip
my life incomplete but it was such a
pleasure trip from what I could remember
now torn to pieces by dementia
Author notes
Inspired by my fathers struggle with dementia which eventually took his life. Although my father was never in a wheelchair, he might as well been for how he was.
After reading this poem of yours ''How Can You Watch Them Die'', I decided to enter my poem above.
In a list
A contest entry
- Just about anything by my1lovewearsdiapers.
450 points, ended September 16, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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Far into my soul I searched but saw nothing
i love how you told a story and how you put so much emotion and really drag the reader into it
beautiful work. -
this is wonderful.
I'm so sorry about it though
best of luck in my contest, dear! -
Thank you for your entry in the contest with this very interesting poem, although it does not fit what we are looking for, which is Rhyme and flow, your poem appears to be more prose like with occasional rhyme.
We look forward to seeing more from you in our future contests.
Sue and jeff
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I'm so sorry what happened to your father, that must have been really awkward/traumatic for you. It's never easy to accept a love one passing away and even worse when they are in such a condition they often wish their life away, you just feel so helpless.
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