EMPTY

Hideous smelly grey draylon 

Commode removed 

Cumbersome tubular metal hoist

With hammock swing

Vanished 

Pink water filled sponges

On lollipop sticks discarded

Zimmer frame and

Wheelchair passed on 

Medical paraphernalia withdrawn 

Without trace 

 

Around the room

Voices still echo

Distant near far away 

Shadows flicker around me

Coldness crawls on my skin

Goose bumps respond 

My name is whispered 

Listening ears  ache

Wide eyes wet

Seeking to see

Still stroking imaginary arm

Senses breathe her

Musky perfume 

Suddenly she as gone

A long illness patiently bore

My heart is empty

◄ THE TREE

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Jon

Sun 7th Feb 2016 22:13

Beautifully expressed yet horrific and gut wrenching x

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Harry O'Neill

Wed 3rd Feb 2016 19:30

Chris,
To me there seems to be a long period of self-sacrifice unsaid (and yet said) in this poem.

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