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I hold out my hand
Begging for relief
For the third time
That day.
I am handed what the people in white
Recognise as help and relief
And what I recognise as helpful
But for only a moment
Whilst my pretty head lays to rest
Between the spotless white sheets
And then I am woken and in desperate need
For a fourth handful of relief.
I am living in a white blur,
People breezing past my still body
Ignoring my plea for
Help.
Later that day,
A white woman places two
White drops
Into my white hand.
Sitting up straight, I pop
The white inside my mouth
And swallow.
I gently close my eyes, numbed.
My lids, sealed shut whilst
I silently beg for the noise to stop.
I can only feel the white women
Swishing past me, attempting to save me.
Now, I can see white
As I slowly pass from pain
To relief. Pure
Relief.
Begging for relief
For the third time
That day.
I am handed what the people in white
Recognise as help and relief
And what I recognise as helpful
But for only a moment
Whilst my pretty head lays to rest
Between the spotless white sheets
And then I am woken and in desperate need
For a fourth handful of relief.
I am living in a white blur,
People breezing past my still body
Ignoring my plea for
Help.
Later that day,
A white woman places two
White drops
Into my white hand.
Sitting up straight, I pop
The white inside my mouth
And swallow.
I gently close my eyes, numbed.
My lids, sealed shut whilst
I silently beg for the noise to stop.
I can only feel the white women
Swishing past me, attempting to save me.
Now, I can see white
As I slowly pass from pain
To relief. Pure
Relief.
Literature
Lullaby
"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be deton
Literature
Reach
The paramedics lift me effortlessly
and deep in an ocean of sleep
I swallow the tube.
My lungs fill,
my throat as red and raw
as my softly beating heart.
Breathe, breathe.
My lips exhale
as soft and pale
as baby's breath
on the white pillow
of the hospital.
Asleep in the deep and gentle
pull of a coma
stirring with the quiet whirr
of machines keeping
me alive.
My hands shake
and reach
weakly for the touch
of my family
breathe, breathe.
Literature
A Happy Ending
A stranger walked by a crying little girl,
Tear and blood stains on her sleeves
He asked, "Darling are you okay?" She nodded.
He took her heart and then took leave.
A small boy crossed the little girl,
Mascara crawling down her face,
He asked how she was and she sighed, "Fine."
He grabbed her toys and left with no trace.
A lonely mother glanced at the girl,
Bleeding out in the middle of the street.
She asked her nothing, too weighed down with grief,
And stole the shoes off the young girl's feet.
The girl's soul mate was crawling by,
Bleeding, in pain, with a fever hot.
When the girl lied and said she was okay,
He kissed her and
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It appears that the narrator is in a hospital (mental hospital I presume) and the relief that she is given are the medications that she has to take several times a day. The medicine is seen as the help administered and that is basically all the help and relief that is given.
It appears though that when the narrator is in a time of need, people are simply walking past her while she lies there in need of help. The pills symbolize relief, but at the same time it symbolizes the fact that no real care is given by anyone except for the fact that they give the pills.
The color white usually symbolizes purity, innocence, hope and such. But here it symbolizes something else...but I can't quite put my finger on it.
It appears though that when the narrator is in a time of need, people are simply walking past her while she lies there in need of help. The pills symbolize relief, but at the same time it symbolizes the fact that no real care is given by anyone except for the fact that they give the pills.
The color white usually symbolizes purity, innocence, hope and such. But here it symbolizes something else...but I can't quite put my finger on it.