Let Me Be

A poem about the treachary of cancer.

The sounds vibrated from his lips as he spoke the words

I try to listen and fail each time.

The words bounce from time to time

Singing their imploring doom,

Their soft melancholy haunts all I know.

 

The weed extends into my brain,

Suffocating the last words I know.

My face, my hands even my feet,

 

They all became a mystery.

My brain goes numb, goes stiff and vain,

I feel the cries of those in pain.

Extend the pain from my own heart,

Let it all go dark.

 

Pulls the plug,

 

And now it’s done.

 

 

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

It has no foes it fears at all. It's just an ending. treat it as such and it slips away!

[Hoshi Nami]

this was very haunting- i found myself holding my breath through it. i guess that's a good reaction though! i felt that the images were very powerful.

[Helen Woodward]

It is amazing to me how you could have summed up the pain and death wish of someone in this situation so well Brentley, I am completely bowled over by your sensitive treatment of this very difficult subject. Your wording is eloquent, poignant and spot on...I can't fault it...
Kudos for your effort, it paid off.
Helen :-)

[Emily B]

oh, wow! This hits you right where you live. Just like the disease. Every word is perfect.

[Dezaraye]

This is such a heartwrenching piece. Brentley, you're poetry skills are amazing. Your words are so powerful and meaningful. You've crafted this very skillfully. Nicely done.

[SM Davis]

A broken heart does feel like dying. No matter what the source of the pain. Enjoyed this one very much.