Edit the Cure (poem) by Claudia Corrigan D'Arcy on AuthorsDen

Edit the Cure
by Claudia Corrigan D'Arcy → (All Poetry by Claudia Corrigan D'Arcy)
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Editting key phrases out of lyrics of the Cure, the words of Robert Smith take on new meaning to a mother of adoption loss.
I chose an eternity of this Just a piece of new meat in a clean room All shadows and deliverance Like falling angels The world disappeared Your face I'll never see you this way again I captured it so perfectly As if I knew you'd disappear away Is it always like this? Flesh and blood and the first breath The first colours The first kiss Then everything falls apart Broken inside me Gasping for air I'm gasping for air I'm gasping for love I'm gasping for air... It falls apart In the morning I cried Leave me to die You won't remember my voice I walked away and grew old Is it always like this? Windows in my heart From a higher up than heaven And a harder down than stone Shake the fear that always clawing Pulls me clawing down alone Breaking windows in my heart And the past is taunting She flies outside this cage Singing girlmad words I keep her dark thoughts deep inside As black as stone And mad as birds In the dark My fears You scream You're nothing I don't need you any more You're nothing Is it always like this? It fades and spins Fades and spins... A prayer for something better A prayer For something better Please love me Meet me�. mother... And never turn away all her love everything everywhere Not nothing. I feel you in my dreams But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark And painting a lifeless face You never talk Pictures don�t talk. It feels like a hundred years One hundred years... I�m dying for the hope is gone From here we go nowhere again I'm trapped in my fate and I'm changing Too much I can't climb out the way I fell in A hundred years of blood Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth These occasions are such a relief Another point another view to send To celebrate our difference Theorise and talk yourself Until you're tired and old As you're choking Choking Choking on the fleshy words My life is cold My life is hard My life is too much for words Deaden my glassy mind Disappear everywhere and watch me Pull my lips apart Exploit! Inspire! Encourage! Be responsible for this... You hit me again You howl and hit me again The same sharp pain Wakes me in the dark And cuts me from my throat to my pounding heart My heart My shaking heart My head is cold My hands are cold My heart is cold My heart is black And stops every f***ing night Every night I wait until it stops... I chose an eternity of this

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on October 11, 2006

"...Windows in my heart
From a higher up than heaven
And a harder down than stone
Shake the fear that always clawing
Pulls me clawing down alone..."

wonderful lines.......

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on October 10, 2006

I find this piece exquisite and pronunciative of 'myself', more clearly, my old self ... A lovely disturbing enigma!

You've choked my heart and soul with your writing, Claudia, a feat I love and appreciate! When an author can understand, with living, and actually feel anothers pain, when you reach heights you're sure no one's seen, but, others do, you must applaud yoursself, knowing you've reached an audience of One. How delightful! :) That is the goal of a Poet!

You've touched this heart of One.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on October 9, 2006

You have done a wonderful job of editing this one up....
Very emotional piece...
"It falls apart
In the morning I cried
Leave me to die
You won't remember my voice "
Look forward to more of your work....

Joselyn

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Why would anyone choose an eternity of that?

I don't know The Cure, so I can't compare. I would chose life and light, and fight for it until I know it is time to turn out the lights.

Ron

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

what a graphic expression of pain...this poem hurts, plain and simple...a very well-written expression of the nightmare you have endured.

Susan