Terminal

Joshua Harrison

I don’t know what this is,

But it’s the best that I can manage.

This jotting down of words,

Just a symptom or the bandage?

 

Well no matter what, you see,

When you gaze upon my face,

When the light’s disappeared,

And I'm gone without a trace.

No matter what I say,

No matter how much ink I spill.

Know, husband, I love you,

I’ve just been a little ill.

 

No cough rests on my chest,

But my lungs don’t work the same.

I've been choking on our air,

Just trying to say your name.

My temperature is fine,

But when I’m lying in your bed,

Shivers course down my spine,

Fear. We’re hanging by a thread.

 

In truth I love your all,

In ways I cannot express.

My arrows, they fly but fall,

Carrying love I cannot profess.

I wish I wasn’t so enthralled,

By whom I'm destined to depress.

And so I never make that call,

For fear your love will just regress.

 

But on safe pages I can scrawl,

Slowly starting to undress.

Such that you might see my all:

My loving hands, bound by illness.

  • Author: Joshua Harrison (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2020 13:24
  • Category: Love
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  • Rebecca Anne

    What a beautiful poem... your ability to craft words into stories seeping with such raw emotion will forever envoke envy in me. Please never stop!

    • Joshua Harrison

      Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you liked my poem as I am such a fan of your work. Praise from you is, to me, praise from Picasso for a measly doodle. I’ll never stop writing because of comments like this!

    • Eugene S.

      Bravo👏
      Beautifully expressed!

    • L. B. Mek

      'No cough rests on my chest,
      But my lungs don’t work the same.
      I've been choking on our air,
      Just trying to say your name.'
      a truly insightful write, anyone that's been fortunate enough to love, will relate to your words, because we've all gone through those lulls/dips in relationships, where with each unsaid word an invisible thread of distance unfolds, morphing mere misunderstandings to debilitating awkwardness.
      a wonderful write



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