A Rendezvous with Death in POETRY

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.

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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 07, 2018