I WILL NOT TAKE COUNT

 

I have finished combat with my body.

it is sunset.

I will lay down the medicine,

the pills, the needle,

the strained walk through dripping hemlocks.

I will not take count of myself,

my retreats, my advances.

 

This is a settled fact at dusk;

my mind cannot recreate

my body’s pain:

as words stain memory’s canvas

the grievous body leaves

and leaves

faint traces of itself.

 

I will not take count of my words,

my words corrode.

I will not consider sinew,

blood or bone.

I will lie down in the furrow of my belly

and sleep,

dark and cold, but sleep.

About left0089

Columnist at American News Report. Pain care activist. Poet, memoirist.
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One Response to I WILL NOT TAKE COUNT

  1. Love says:

    I need it so bad to read poetry and let it out. I’m batteling with insurance idiots. Its far fron.m easy specially when I barely get a good sleep. I have become the shadow and pain has captured the rrest
    Thx for heartfelt poems. I wish I was in estates and not canada.