Genre Poetry. Page - 110
The Red Blanket
Pale, consumptive face
parched lips
sunken cheeks
withered ribs
lifeless knees
sweaty joints
the chest - like a bellow
gripped in stridor
sagging, eternally half-closed eyes
Dense, phlegmatic breaths
a whirlwind
rising from the spine
spiraling in the head
blending with the blues
a chronic pain
in the ancient tuberculosis
blood writhing in the veins
the body, wasting away.
What do I do?
this thick, grubby, red blanket
has enveloped me from head to toe
I want to kick it away
I want to smile.
How can there be pain in a place where there is so much joy? A loving relationship is the most awesome experience in the world. This is why it also holds the potential for so much sadness. There are so many things that can go wrong. We must remember, "Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all." If we have this attitude we can hold ourselves together during the hard times and rejoice that we have this awesome gift during the good times.