Tears In The Night (for Helen) by D.C.Monteny
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The tears came
Around midnight
Out of nowhere
Dripping
On the words
Of a Bukowski poem
The hospital room
Dimly lit
Gave no answers
To the origin
Of these salty
Waterdrops
I was not sad
Charles can make you
Smile
I had a kind
Laughter
Inside of me
No feelings
Of depression
I was on the way
To slay
My cancer dragon
Be victorious
Maybe tears
Of relief
But there is
No relief
It will all end
One day anyway
And no joy
Could explain
The slow waterfall
Happiness
The last thing
On my mind
I got out of bed
Wheeling
My fluid bags
To the bathroom
Looking into
A life-size mirror
I was crying
No doubt
Hollow eyes
Deep inside
A thin skull
Overflowing
I looked closer
Reading
Incomprehension
But no anxiety
Behind the mirrors
To my soul
It was a mystery
Tears were falling
And i stood there
Still
Inquiring
Not understanding.
And then it hit me
Pain
Dumb
Pointless
Purposeless
Physical pain
Nothing more
Nothing less
And I smiled
At my tears
Over the simplicity
Of the riddle
Sometimes
We think
Too much
Sometimes
The human body
Declares independence
Dirk
Thank you so much for reading this far and any comments you might have
Comments (23)
Sometimes the human soul declares independence as well. Your wisdom and courage are inspiring; your poetry always powerful and insightful.
welcome home
Powerful words from a very brave man. And, as gateman said, Welcome Home! We missed you. Bunny
Welcome home, Dirk. A touching poem. You have been assaulted both internally and externally. But you are here. Thank God.
What a moving tribute/lament! Beatifully crafted and sadly a moment of agonizing reality... Stay strong brave warrior.... Much love and prayers, Ariana
I have no words, Dirk. I've tried. None come. No adjectives, or phrases, or attempts at something meaningful, are nearly sufficient. So, instead, a wordless, tender, joyous embrace with brimming, overflowing eyes.
Me too, Dirk. No words, just tears .. of joy and relief that you are home, and home here at 'rosity too.
Welcome home. Glad to have you back.
Thankful your able to share with us. Keep pressing on Dirk. You are a survivor!
I smile and cry with you Dirk, but foremost : I am happy to hear/see from you, having been worried about you ! Keep yor spirit up Dirk !, sending you a warm and huge hug ! juliette
Thank you, dear Dirk... I have no words...I only want to be silent.
Dirk - again and again my thoughts where with you the last days. The better to see ya ;) with poems clearer, stronger and most honest. Great to have you back here!
Welcome back my dearest friend. This big smile s for you ;O))))))))))))))))))))))
Very touching poem! My heart aches when I see what you have to go through but I'm totally happy to see you back again. I send lots of healing thoughts your way, Dirk!
((((((((((Dirk)))))))))))
Powerful poem and imge my friend....!!! Welcome home......!!!
Beautifully written.
Your art says it all. H.
Oh Dirk, I am so happy for you friend. Logan is waiting for me at the bridge, Al.
Wonderfully powerful prose, Dirk - and I'm SO glad to see you pull through! That's some scar, there - lots of stories for neises, nephews and grandkids methinks! :-)
Wonderful, touching and courageous words. Welcome back.
Your insight is powerful, your strenght encouraging. Fight the dragon, you are already victorious. [=
So this is where you have been. I didn't know. I am glad you are on the other side of this. Prayers, and soft hugs for a gentle warrior.