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Coughs
by Tiffany Lynn Simar → (All Poetry by Tiffany Lynn Simar)
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Coughs Pains in my chest I'm feeling distressed Afraid I'm going to die again Trying to fight panic Why must this be all so dramatic? Will it take passing on to be free? Shortness of breath Trust me, I'm spent Put this out of my head Because it doesn't pay rent But it stays to mutter It craves clutter And the cobwebs overcome the spiders It's like being in a deep fog The high beams only bring lights bounced back in your face Reflected from the thickness of a white cloud The rain keeps pounding And my heart is sounding the trumpets --Warning!-- --Warning!-- You're stepping in on chartered ground now But the anxiety and company persists I see myself curled up into a ball formation in the corner Not one for make-up, but I see the blackness that my tears have cast streaming down my face I cry for my losses, my dreams, broken promises, and this emptiness One life One life and its shattered Barefoot tippy toeing the floor Trying to get to that secure solid ground But I stumble Curse words tumble from my mouth as though they're all I have Worth? I question my worth and though I'm told I'm worth much I feel so little So small My tall stature belittles me It's just a figure Just a measurement on a damn scale Is it who I am? Every strain Every inch of despair? I used to mean something I was someone's girl once Someone's everything I was a warm body to hold A companion A champion to my better half I was once happy Happy in love, work, life But never to the point of perfection For no life or one person is perfect I long for shadows on the wall in the dark I long for stability and wholeness I long for longing and desire I long for youth They say "youth is wasted on the young" Damn straight! I could beat that bitch with experience now She wouldn't know what hit her And I'm winded So long winded My grandfather should be proud I take after him, ya know Guess I just needed to let it out Needed to type again Needed to breathe again It's beginning to feel what I've been told I will be made famous in death "Love me now!" I cry "Read me now!" For, I cannot wait until death I long to experience pure joy and bliss now Exposure and widespread publication now Impatient Imperfect Impeccable Can you hear me? For, I am nobody Who might you be? Perhaps together we could be somebody What say you? Almost midnight Feeling fright yet? Another day down and one to begin Hang on We will reach the new one passing moment to a time The sound of the rain and peep toads is quite calming Share a dream with me? Won't you join in on the thrill? Two hearts beating as one in utter passion The point of this piece lost on me Still there? Do you even care? Breathe a sigh as the curtain slowly lowers For my soap box has been kicked out from under me "Till next time" I croak As the jesters pull me backstage Bad Company, sing me home Play that song Good night! Peace! By, Tiffany Simar 3/8/17

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on March 9, 2017

Raw truth spoken here. Can't help but to know you better. Much enjoyed your open heart. I pray you find that special one who will care for you more than life itself. Amen

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 8, 2017

I'm still here� Read all the way to the end. What I like about this piece is its clarity and its honesty. You do not hide behind esoteric words and you make it very clear what your intent is with each line. It doesn't get more real than that.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips

This is a journey filled with humor, hope, nostalgia and much creative talent. A splendid rendering, dear Tiffany, and one worthy of all my attention and feelings of understanding, compassion, and love. You pulled me in, and I feel better for it. Ed