Sickness

sylviasearcher

They didn't say its name
In fact they have never spoken
Of the sickness they were all certain
Was the thing which made her broken

Broken like a polluted sky
On a summer day with bright blue lie
Sick like the victim’s plea
As she falls from grace on bended knee

In sterile corridor there was a whisper
From white coated learn-ed men
They had dealt with her kind before
Tempted when her smile crept in

Creeping like a locker room leech
Seeking something out of reach
Sucking blood to cure disease
Sickness cured the sick to please

And so she drew upon her face
A picture full of intriguing grace
She realised the only way sickness to beat
Was to simply give way and admit defeat

Defeated like the men in white coats?
Or defeated like the ballon that floats?
Far from where the crowd is mad
And there’s no room for good or bad

         

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2019 07:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Provoked by society and ‘experts’
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Neville

    some things just have to be said.. yet it takes a poet to say it this well..

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks for reading and the positive comment.

      There are many layers to unravel.

    • Poetic Dan

      First read in a while and I'm so glad it was yours as I felt every word. Thank you for what felt so sad but yet balanced

      Much love and respect

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks Dan, I’m glad my words connected.

        They felt controversial.
        They felt a bit provoked.

        I’m glad they were still balanced.

        Hope you are good x

      • Netashi

        Acceptance is the bittersweet stage of grief. Very well written keep up the great work.
        - T

        • sylviasearcher

          Thanks Theta, acceptance is key.
          But of what?

          • Netashi

            No door is the same just like us humans

          • Michael Edwards

            Brill Sylvia

            • sylviasearcher

              Thanks for reading and your kind comment 😌

            • psychofemale

              such a nice rhyme and flow, the words flew right off the tongue perfectly....perfect 😀

              • sylviasearcher

                I'm glad they flew perfectly. They had festered for a while.

                Thanks for reading and commenting 😊

              • Fay Slimm.

                An outpour of needed words in this revolt against pharma-control - - powerful read Sylvia.



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