Glaring at the telephone
cream colored plastic carved by tense,
twisting fingers
the looped cord dangles away
dangle away
in incredulity
tears are starting to stain
straining to comprehend the shock
the impact blows the wind away
lips shudder, gasping for stolen breaths
but the air runs thick,
stifling
the dark assailant enfolds from behind
lulling into madness the driven mind
the imagined hand cradles the swimming head
chill sweat beads
disbelief pulls desperately
clawing for solidity to balance
unstable perceptions
the room quakes and spins
beneath leaden feet
the floor rushes upwards rapidly
desire nearly overwhelms to writhe
down there
weeping
baying in grief for the self
though composure is collecting now,
sucking in the necessary breath
fine hair is smoothed from tear-bright eyes
as strength feebly asserts
dominance over terror and anguish
Virago, I actually read this just moments after you first posted it on the site, but chose not to respond to it then. I come from a background as a Care Team member for this challenge, and what strikes me as beyond comprehension is how anyone could be so insensitive as to give you this information by phone? This poem is a most eloquent articulation of Shock. Surround yourself with as much Love as possible, especially from you to you, and know that many are prayers of many. Vicky
I am so sorry to hear about that...this write relays that shock so well and it does give a better understanding of what that would feel like to find that out. My prayers and hopes are for the best.
try to overcome you affliction with positivity and proper treatment...
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2002
Sad and intense. Great poem. Things just happen beyond our control. I lost a friend to AIDS. It makes us appreciate life that much more. Thank you for writing this.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet