dimanche 1 novembre 2009
wakin' up sick (for, like, the millionth time)
wake up
sick again
forgot my meds
wait an hour
swallow my pain
read letters
wait and
wait and
sweat
must remember
buy new alarm
old one broke
need a clock
every minute
just to think
wait
breathe
dream
back to sleep
no relief
maybe when i wake
who knows
who cares
certainly not me
dream and
dream and
sleep past pain
dream
breathe
wait
i'm good at this
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laura,
i feel bad for you to have to endure this kind of suffering. the normal response might be "i don't want to read about someone elses suffering"...until one realizes that if one person is suffering, we are all suffering. from out of this comes compassion. i believe this poem gets to the very core of human existence...
(i also love the hi-kuu style....its obvious the writer cannot concentrate, because the suffering is so great...)r.w.
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