DisEase

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    • HalfAwake
    • For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient. -Revolution

    DisEase

    And in his eyes I saw something

    I had thought never to see

    In those laughing, loving eyes

    An impossibility

    It was anger, rage

    Burning fast and free

    And all the more impossible

    To feel it burning me

    And while my heart was distracted

    I almost missed what he said

    I wanted to run from those sterile walls

    But I braced myself instead

    “Do you understand?”  he asked

    Now shouting at me

    The nurse quick-stepped in

    With a dose of complacency

    I backed out of the room

    Pretending it wasn’t a retreat

    His mother, lip curled back

    Glared at me

    With eyes as sharp

    As the shoes on her feet

    “If you’re going to upset him

    You might as well leave.”

    I laughed and laughed

    It was nothing but a joke

    And she was the punch line

    I laughed until I chocked

    “Don’t you see, old woman?

    He needs to be upset

    I’d rather have him hating me

    Than drugged up and half dead”

    And then I was crying

    Because I understood

    The words that he had said to me

    Made more sense than they should

    After the anger, before the pain

    He touched my hand

    And said my name

    “Make my disease a charity”

    And now I understood

    I would do it for his mother

    Who still couldn’t face

    This ugly, growing problem

    Unless she came at it sideways

    If she gave it a name

    And it could be paid

    Then it became real

    Something she could hold

    Something she could kill

    And if with commercials

    She sent to the homes

    Of every other person

    Then it was not her own

    And if he became a problem

    That belonged to everyone

    She could pretend that the problem

    Was not her dying son

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    HalfAwake commented on DisEase

    01-09-2012

    @ ClearlySays Thank you! Your poems imply often too. I see something new every time I read them. You've inspired me.

    ClearlySays commented on DisEase

    12-01-2011

    You're a great story teller, you don't come right out with things and I like the way you imply. Both poems I've read of yours have a bad ass sense about how life toughens us up. BOOYA!

    beautyandpain commented on DisEase

    10-28-2011

    i love how you put just how fucked up the world is and the people in it can be. i don't know if i'd have that kind of courage or the words to have said that

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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