Alyson's Poetry!

Living with Aids

Living with Aids
-A.Seesahaye

My joints

My muscles

Throbbing

My insides set on fire

I get up early in the morning to nothing but pain and desire;

desire for a new life

These bones can barely get me out the bed

This aching heart beats a lot slower compared to then

I try to process 'the facts' but the stack of needles dancing in my brain won't allow it

And so I do the only thing I can 

I slowly but eventually get one leg of the bed

then the other

As the days go on, with me still breathing

I began to question why...

why the God's don't want to see me

Sticks on the kitchen sink

I use to support me

I gaze out the window

Evergreens stare back at me

A field of green 

It looks almost as lonely as me

Hmm. Why not keep it some company

Stepping out the door and unto the dull field

I lay the sack of bones down

And breathe in the moist summer air

My eyes stare into the bright blue sky 

A soft smile paints to my face

My eyes flutter shut

as I sense the cool wet grass 

.

I breathe it all out

and the pain fades away

At long last

...

I dunno what I was trying to do honestly but Ya! That's my sorry excuse of a poem

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Till' next time!

btw 'Sticks on the kitchen sink. I use to support me' are his hands not crutches lol