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What Do They Know What do they know, watching from above your head What do they think, when vacant eyes appear before them But I know, I can sense it Your body lies, twisted, contorted, ridged But not you This is not you, this pretzeled heap upon the bed This is not you, propped in pillows, wasting there The disease is here, the aftermath But… I do not feel your soul be trapped I feel your soul long has lifted And they waste their sentiments And their tears These loved ones at your feet For they cry only for themselves, in selfishness For YOU in all your beauty All the magic, all the glory In all you had ever been Long gone…… Your journey starts again With the knowledge you have gained You soar again to new adventure You and I…yes, you and I WE know the truth And WE are here together in the moment |
Additional Notes:
This is came to me this morning at 8:10 a.m. I woke and sat at the keyboard and in 2 minutes it was there. This is what I call my "true poetry". Not contrived, it just spits upon the page in its rawness.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2009-03-28 03:13:19
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Nancy it seems to me you have said it all...........wonderfully penned.......brings back mom's passing which is five years now.......how the family and friends gathered over her and those beautiful clouded blue eyes looking back from wherever she was in that moment and I honestly believe she was in God's waiting room......Indeed this is 'true poetry' and it sits so well in its rawness.
Hope you are well.....of course I let the flu bug in, nasty character that does not want to leave home.
God Bless, Claire.