I'll hold fast to all the deep
in him
all so human and valuable
to me.
Now I stand apart, watch him sideways
and lost,
the lines of our script changed
overnight.
Even his chair, with a brown blanket
seems more
a stage prop than reality.
I watch with wet steel eyes how
a stupid
disease devours my husband.
I wish
he just pretends, provokes, and challenges me.
I rage
in silence: now STOP this nonsense,
step out
of it, don't act the fool with me.
It is
clear I can't postpone my anger.
I almost choke, stamp out
of the
house, bang the door
and run
with heavy feet, kick at stones
and yell
at too red roses.
wet steel flows.
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| Writing Prompt |
Sadness has overcome us all at one time or another. Either caused by a relative or close friend's death or from the girl or guy that broke our heart or just life in general. We all handle situations differently, some good, some bad. This contest gives us the ability to explore this. Your poem can also play into other emotions that are common to writing like this such as anger or depression. |
Author Notes
One of the 40 poems written during the time I cared for my husband with Alzheimer's disease. I edited this one today.
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