A Rendezvous with Death in POETRY
- July 8, 2018, 6:10 a.m.
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I have finally written something in 2018!!!
I owe a script to someone (not a prescription) so hopefully I can get that done!
Through the pain, hospitalizations, stress, depression and medications… my brain has just been a scrambled pile of shit, but if insomnia is good for one thing… as a creative - eventually something will purge.
A Rendezvous with Death
I have a rendezvous with Death
Fighting a war I didn’t sign up for
“I have a rendezvous with Death”
A line I admit to stealing from Alan Seeger
Because it makes perfect sense
Defending my life from an enemy within me
Armed to the teeth inflicting wounds requiring surgery
Kidney stone
Gallstones
Inflammatory disease (in other words) ibd
Fingers stiffened in distress with chronic pains in my chest
Pancreatitis, herniated discs, compressed and bulging
My spine in stenosis and damage to my neck…
Migraines, pang, medications and…
(sigh…)
I’m out of breath.
I surely do have a rendezvous with Death
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Disheveled, undressed and unable to heal; I am sodden with sweat
The Devil or Reaper or Angel from Hell assigned to my suffering has clearly done well
Often extending its skeletal arm
Bony fingers, come hither
A game it loves to play
Through swirling opaque grey, I am unescorted – left to live, to writhe another day
To persist in affliction with no end in sight, crying and begging in weakening caterwauls to the Apollyon’s delight. This is a fifth of depression in a bottle I cannot even lift
Forced to saunter an untrodden path… weary and barefoot, bleeding upon fragmented bones, wishes and upturned shards of glass
Yes! I have a rendezvous with Death
And sometime soon I will close his osseous fist
So that I alone can end this anguish
To fulfill my dream
…… and finally
.............. no longer exist.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright© 2018
Last updated July 08, 2018
Emm ⋅ July 08, 2018
This is powerful. At first I thought this was about mental illness and I supposed it could be. I found you on the front page and like you I very rarely write. I do come to this place several times a day though as this is my family. I hope your friend gets better.
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Emm ⋅ July 08, 2018
Glad you came by, thank you.
I never discuss my poetry, rather prefer it to be interpreted however the reader sees fit. Though I will say it's about me and my friend is fine. The script I mentioned is literal, as in a movie script. He donated to my gofundme page but requested that I write him something. (We've worked together a lot in the past prior to my health declining) but I have been unable to write. I'm hopeful that since I got this piece out that maybe my brain will stay active long enough for me to put something together for him.
Whether you write or not, you are always welcome here.
Leanne 🌈 ⋅ July 08, 2018
WOW! This hits home I relate to it as well blessed be you are a talented writer just amazing.
Oh before I forget Both my son & daughter have shared your GFP yesterday all over their social media, and I saw many of my son's friends share the link as well. LOL I was too tired to check out my daughters pages anyways I am hoping that from that exposure you get some very needed donations.
((((((((((HUGS))))))))
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Leanne 🌈 ⋅ July 08, 2018
Thank you. As a chronic sufferer of illness / injury I see how you can relate to the message.
Please say thank you to your son and daughter. I'm very humbled and grateful for their effort to share the page. I hope so too!
No, that image is not mine. I was looking for a reaper giving the come hither finger, but couldn't find one I liked, so I settled on this for it's darkness as it was more relatable.
Leanne 🌈 ⋅ July 08, 2018
Hey did you take that shot it is freaking awesome :)
Shattered ⋅ July 09, 2018
Amazing but powerful.
Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Shattered ⋅ July 13, 2018
Thank you. :)