Waiting for Cancer
Today we were friends
Then became strangers again
Living in a city full of danger and pain
Waiting for cancer
Today we were lovers
For a brief moment in time
Living in a city full of losers and shame
Looking for answers
Today we were victims
Then we were rescued again
Living in a city full of rumour and stains
Waiting for freedom
Today we were voyeurs
Then were martyred again
Living in a city full of slander and guilt
Waiting for purpose
Today we were judged by the guilty
Living in a city full of psychos and claims
Waiting for retribution
Today we drew the short straw
Then were surplus to requirements
Living in a city full of prophets and blame
Waiting for religion
Today we are but a memory
Consigned to a handful of albums and history
No longer waiting for cancer
Waiting for nothing
-
Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2019 05:04
- Comment from author about the poem: I was not happy when I wrote these words.....
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 100
Offline)
Comments8
The sad unhappy state oozes through every line of this masterful poem Neville - - waiting is ever the most frustrating game. A read full of pathos which must have been as painful to write.
you read me so very well, bless you Fay my dear friend.. Peace & All Good Things, Neville
Sometimes people get oh do very tired of waiting for something greater than nothing.
Sometimes people just keep moving instead.
Today I sensed a stillness in this poem.
It gave me a feeling less like that instilled by a Grecian urn and more like that when the ocean is stronger than my ability or inclination to swim and I become one with it or drown.
thank you sylviasearcher for considering these words, I am glad they made you feel something other than the way you previously indicated Grecian Urn's tend to make ya feel.... keep ya chin up, don't drown...
Love the conception of this - today I am a memory - tomorrow dust on the wind
That just about sums it all up, thank you Michael...... N
It was my fault. I chopped off the ends of all the straws. Everyone drew a short straw! heehee.
that is almost funny orchidee..... 🙂
Yes - aww, why do I laugh at my own jokes? Cos just in case no one else laughs at them! lol.
Strange frame of mind comes thru your words. Is it one of defeat? Is it giving up? I really hope not.
Whilst moods can lower us into pits of hopelessness and despair they are transient. The world with all it's cancers is still a beautiful stage on which we fluff our lines and play to a sceptical front row - but now and again the applause is resounding.
it is poetry...
The concept of waiting for many things and ending up waiting for nothing is superbly expressed in your words Neville.
why thank you kind sir.. tis appreciated and muchly so... N
The trials of waiting each have their own story throughout a journey. You have illustrated various emotions throughout each stanza, and have shown that the waiting game - as masterful as it is, sings a different tune each an every time. Patience has a character of its own, that character depends on the time and situation.
and he feels compelled now to say a blooming big thank you for not only your time, but also for your consideration of these words.... thank you.... N
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.