There is a cure, it has to be

by Dagmar Wilson   Mar 4, 2018

I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins,
you are breaking out in sweat.
What happened to your rosy cheeks.

I place your hands in mine
they are so fragile
your rings are falling off.
I promised that I would not cry.

You fought so long, with every breath
slowly drifting away.
I don't want you to leave.

Months have gone by
I still can hear the phone ring
my best friend is gone.

I don't know how and when
but there is a cure, it has to be.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    You have moved me deeply, I've lost too many people to one of lifes cure-less diseases. I'm so sorry for your loss, may your friend walk upon golden clouds. Sending love and light!

  • 1 year ago

    by C Cattaway

    Oh darling, how sadly descriptive of your heartache. Much love to you.
    Catherine x

  • 1 year ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is so sorrowful Dagmar :-( yet, how loved your friend was to be missed so dearly by you. Sending hugs to you xx

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,

    the loss of a fellow-friend and loved one, very sorry to hear such sadness. You have written this with how your heart would write such a lovely tribute to your cherished friend, and the hope of a cure of their sad downfall
    Much warmth lady
    Michael :)x

    • 1 year ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael. I miss him and I believe he is at a much better place.

  • 1 year ago

    by Jamie

    This poem is so sad, but the imagery is really well done.

    The first stanza i imagine a person in a hospital with someone they know in one of the beds. This image is sad because we never want to see someone we know "hooked up". But i feel like you know this person for a long time because of the last line here, "ehat happened to your rosy cheeks" tells me they were once full of life.

    The second stanza i can see the person in that bed is older. The use of fragile hands here is really good because it does well to describe the person. The last line tells me that this person is someone whom you hold close or held close at one point.

    I believe the third stanza tells me that this person is on their death bed and they are slowly slipping away from this life. And the last line reaffirms that this person you hold dear.

    The fourth stanza is my favorite because it brings to light who the person is, your best friend has passed away and months later you still remember the day they passed away.

    With the last couplet, i think the poem overall talks about your best friend having cancer and you are hoping some day there is a cure. But this is well written and your emotions are forefront here. *hugs to you.

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