by Milly Hayward   Mar 19, 2020

This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know
Prevents loss of my dying breath
caused by pain of that final blow

Intent to oppress and mock me
for a failed path that has no end
Destiny's lost its golden key
with no more currency to spend

The darkness mars all signs of light
death gnaws at my crumbling bone
Hopes gone, there's nothing left to fight
as I lay lost and all alone

Gone the pink bloom upon my cheek
consumed by years of wasted toll
There's nothing left for me to seek
but answers for this restless soul

Take me now to where I must go
when sunlight dances through the sky
To heaven where blue rivers flow
so I can ask the question why?


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  • 1 week ago

    by cantchangeme

    Hi Milly,

    I love this, it’s beautiful, sorrowful and reflective. I am sorry to hear that this is also a reflection of how you are currently feeling. “Hopes gone, there is nothing left to fight” it may feel like it in a moment, but there is always something left to fight, keep fighting.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Walter

    Beautifully written piece Milly although so very sad to hear it's from personal experience and what you are going through at the moment. I'm wishing you all the best for a speedy recovery to full health again.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thank you Walter. Apparently it can take weeks for the chest inflammation to get better and with the stress of all that is going on at the moment is making it worse because stress exasperates my Asthma. Take care and keep well. Milly x

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A poem that reaches out to ask that question many of us are wondering, "why"? Not only in our own suffering and struggles, but also branching out to what we see and witness in the world. There's a sense of restlessness in this and an exhaustion, to at least have answers if not some rest and faith in a lighter path from here on out.

    So sorry you're dealing with this. Thinking of you <3

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thankyou Mary Anne appreciate your kind comments and thoughts. Keep well. Milly x

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Milly,
    Why, indeed -'years wasted in toll' and the inevitable escape: death. No sugar in this one yet gripping, raw and therein the truth abounds. A hard passage of poetry and well worth the read. Exceptional!
    I hope you find yourself in finer fettle come the morrow.
    Do take care now, Tony.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thank you Tony really appreciate your comments and wishes. Keep well Milly x

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    How very sad, Milly, but beautiful too by way of the poetic way in which it is written. You have my last nomination for this, good woman.

    Take care,


    • 2 weeks ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thankyou Ben. I'm currently struggling with breathing problems (not the virus) but it feels like a heavy rock on my chest. Which was the initial inspiration for the first two lines of the poem. Milly x