They are LIES! Why do you do it? I am a woman now with a mind I use too much, and those blankets you use to cover me with are like fire to my ears. They burn me. They burn because I love you and I’m scared of what you have become now... And I'm angry.
You are CONFINED, and nothing like the arms that use to cradle me. You are weak and broken and sad… Don’t you see? Don’t you see that what you do is hurting me… Hurting Her… You...… Us? You are so ready to leave it all behind, and so selfish to only think of you. What about me or all the other 11 and their's?
You have to know that we love you!
And your life… you let it become nothing! I guess I can understand why you’re so ready to let go! You let yourself waste away. When you speak now, it isn’t much about wisdom or anything REAL! Because you drown yourself in your own blankets… To take cover in, and be warm and comforted… But you’re going to die… And the sunshine that once burned in your eyes so brightly will dim… and all your beauty will wilt away… And you’ll die… You will die a waste….
You will leave behind a crowd who wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
... I am not ready to say goodbye…
Stop trying to cover me in your useless words. They do nothing anymore but bring me down…
You ask me if there is anything you can do for me!?
…… All you can do for me now is fight!
End.
I wasn't sure I wanted to post this. This one was a little rough to write... Tears were involved and it's more striped down than my other poetry because I wasn't focusing on organization or rhyming... Just letting go.
The people close to me will know what this means, but for those who are not a part of my life and happened to stumble on this... it is about somebody I love and have loved since my birth and how their stubbornness is killing me emotionally and him physically...
I have tried more than once to talk to this person, but he keeps beating around the bush or fabricating what he is doing with his health to improve it. He, instead, keeps making decisions that will ultimately speed up the process that has already been started 3 different times, and will finish himself off if he does not change.
Despite the depth of this poem and the HIGHLY possible punctuation errors, I hope someone or everyone who reads this, will take something from it.
Thank You.
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
ReplyDeleteOld age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good Men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deed might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas