Bitter Pill

Pills in all shapes and sizes.
Adverse effects scream out from every bottle.
Pills for nausea, pills for pain.
Pills for every occasion.
Pharmaceutical salvation from a living hell.

So many pills that a bag is required to carry them all.
Here is your "blue bag" they say,
and thus, the damned are separated from the living.

Pills to swallow on precise timetables.
The bitter taste burns the tongue and sears the throat.
Pills that were supposed to heal,
Instead they tortured and killed.

Bottles of magic gone rogue.
Someone switched the potions.
Round and oblong in
Toxins spilling out.
Damaging my sweet boy,
Stealing him from me.

Now the bitter pill is mine.
It is caught in my throat.
I am choking on the pain.
I cannot breathe.
How many can I swallow?

bigD © 2011

Troubled Sky

Snow Flakes

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

Darkness All Around Us

Every time I hear the song "January Wedding" I cry.
No wedding for my handsome boy Nickolas.
No proud parents of the groom.
I won't be dancing with my son at his wedding...
I am drowning in a sea of shattered hopes and dreams.

Partial Lyrics from January Wedding by The Avett Brothers

I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say
There is darkness all around us
I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me
And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin'
And in January we're gettin' married

No longer does it matter what circumstances we were born in
She knows which birds are singin'
And the names of the trees where they're performin' in the mornin
And in January we're gettin' married
Come January let's get married

Faded Epitaph

Grief wields it's broad sword.
Darkness envelopes me now.
My spirit broken.

bigD © 2011