
This poem is about love and depression and how it can affect peoples lives. I would like to hear some of your interpretations and also I welcome all feedback, good or bad!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 379 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-29-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2983571
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I have a sickness that lies within
it wriggles throughout my bone,
in order to survive, I have to win.
Innocent de-saturated skin,
eyes like an opal,
I am going to win.
Tender lips so soft to touch,
an overwhelming scent that's too much,
I am going to win.
Sickeningly sweet forbidden smile,
Eve to my Adam,
I am going to win.
Nose elevated at the tip,
button nose, disarming my fading woes,
I am going to win.
Blinding teeth shine a light,
drowns me in optimistic hope for my life,
I am going to win.
I make one last move,
hands linked with mine,
sensation so smooth.
I taste her delight,
womanly aroma saves me from my blight,
I have won.
Decease is postponed,
infection no longer taking hold,
30 years pass and we grow old.
Disaster soon strikes,
time is a vindictive fight
for now everything is smothered with blackened night.
Was 30 years really enough?
I begin to doubt, she begins to shout,
ours days remaining I begin to count.
The downfall now begins,
cancer takes hold within,
did I really win?
I begin to think,
it is surely a shame,
our marriage filled with quarrels, I put little effort into the game.
When the ring eventually went on,
the old days were gone,
a new day had dawned and unrelenting pressures now shone.
Conscience plagued with guilt, I say my goodbyes,
I look into her eyes, I cry,
winning is no longer an option.
She passes into the fade,
now I wish I should have made,
more of an effort to relish in her glaze.
Weeks pass and pain takes hold,
Fate has decided I should fold,
I'm found in my bed, losing a loved one can be so cold.
As I pass into my new life,
she forgives me for my neglectful side,
I realise we are back in our stride.
I'm buried next to her,
forever our twining souls elope,
our love lasts forever, she is hope.
Now although I eventually died,
in the real world, our love and pain did coincide,
I admit, that I could never hide.
However, In this afterlife,
there are no worries on the tide,
there is only everlasting passion... on the other side.
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