In the cancer year
I bled like a thief,
postmortem without a corpse
The night she lost her hair
tears of piers across the valleys
crying for the days which will be no more,
one bridge way too far
When one was hurting silently
the other one knew loudly;
the afternoon deputy cancer-bastard pulled
the shotgun trigger, I slid to my knees
and prayed until my hands bled
The first night without her
I only dreamt of her children singing
I cannot imagine the pain and the dreams that come out of it.
cancer is the loneliest hunter. thanks for the sentiments. fia
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
many thanks damian. of all the sites i have ever vistied, you are the most supportive & encouraging. says much about you as a person.
That’s kind of you to say my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Dear R,
This years at my heart strings. Makes me think of Eerie. And my heart bleeds. This piece is so strong it has its own pulse. H 🌷
diolch H. when a kind soul such as yourself emotionally responds to my tatty words, it makes it worthwhile. eerie touched your heart, that is all we can ask in this trapeze and circus we call life. x
“When one was hurting silently
the other one knew loudly; ” – This is actually very clever and damn accurate. Props for that bit of genius.
The write itself is brutally honest and centered once for heart and once for the head. This is why I search your writes out, for the skill. Awesome write, Rob.
you are not exactly bereft of writing skills yourself my friend. far from it.
that’s twice cancer has sliced my heart. moving on with so much love delivered to my spine.
thanks too for the ‘comments’ insight.