What nepenthe do you have to repel my anguish?
Retelling me of my birth with empty words?
Speaking of my youth as if it were your own?
I am neither your son nor the friend you’ve known
With a body made wholly from unearthly bone
What cure do you have to this horrid blight?
That rots my humanity day by day
To mother I’ve become a stranger but in name
And father sees me as his greatest shame
These terrible bones have made their claim
None are to blame for my terminality…
For this is no cancer or sickness anyone has seen
And in the the winter I wonder about the distant spring
Whether men like me that dark space doth cling
If it's truly just death that our peace would bring?!
20th November, 2024
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Author:
A.B. Jakobs (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2024 03:52
- Category: Reflection
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Wow! Not sure how I missed this over a half-month ago, but this is an amazing work of poetry, my friend! I feel your pain in every line. You had me from the word nepenthe on! 🤣 Seriously, this really is a work of art with a very poignant question at the end! Well done! 🙏🖤🐦⬛
Hello Tristan! Thank you so much for your comment and praise! I am delighted to hear that my prose and word choice resonated with you!
You're welcome!
This poem filled me with a sense of inexplicable alienation. Very moving and gut wrenching, should peace bring death how many or how few deaths have we died in our lifetime?
It pleases me greatly to know that my feelings of alienation and incongruence came through in the poem and resonated with you! A gut wrenching predicament indeed! I wonder myself too often if it truly is just death that will relieve me of these thoughts and feelings? Or whether perhaps the meer act of writing is doing that for me.
Thank you for reading!
For now I venture to stick with writing… the rest will probably come around soon enough 🙏🏻
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