My life is nearing its end, I feel it, and read it in that symptom checking website I frequent. I tell my husband about these symptoms, and how sure I am that soon he will be planting me in the field of dead behind the church. I tell him that I’d like to be planted in the shade, because we both know how the hot summer sun makes me miserable, and besides I am an inside person. I suggest we purchase a mausoleum spot instead of throwing dirt in my face. He just rolls his eyes, and reminds me that he is 8 years my senior and is certain he will go before me. His lack of concern frustrates me, and I want to scream, but that would drain me of energy I need to survive one more day.
“If you think you are so sick, why don’t you see a doctor” he asked, and I can hear the frustration with me in his voice. I know he thinks I make up symptoms for attention.
Oh great, I feel my throat closing up, I can’t swallow, I’m on the verge of a panic attack, and I rush to my computer to check the latest symptoms. I type in the URL and It asks for a password.
What is the password? I can’t remember it. Oh god, memory loss another s symptom I need to look up.
My wonderfully patient husband looks up from his newspaper and recognized the same panic on my face that he has seen too often, and he says “forget the password dear, I’ve made an appointment and will drive youto the doctor in the morning.”
That’s it, Selfmedicated is the password.
I type it in and make a mental note to hide hubby’s keys before morning.
This is great, Ive been trying to develop my characters, and was even thinking on that subject this morning ,and then your post pops up and its the perfect guideline for creating a character. Thanks so much for sharing. I have learned something and will use it to hopefully improve my own writing.. Awesome...
fantastic.. short, to the point, but packs a punch. I love things like this that say a whole lot while saying so little.. I love it. Thanks for sharing...
I have otehr voices in my head. If I replay a conversation I have had with someone, I think their part in their voice, or if I imagine a conversation with them. When I'm planning an arguement and how I think it might go, before actual confrontation, I may even hear the voice as angry in the other voices. Captions on facebook pics of familiar characters, I read them in the characters voice. I think it would be lonesome, maybe even maddening if the only voice in my head as my own. Really got me thinking. Great write. Thanks for sharing.
I liked it very much, i felt like something was missing. everything in your poem is about nature except tears. I just felt like you should have added some other element not in nature, or wrote another stanza about tears and feelings, but its just an opinion.. I dont remember giving you 3.5 by the way..
I enjoyed your poem. I especially liked the lines "Life's stuff collectors". Im not sure why I like that phrase so much but it just seems perfect.. Thanks for sharing..
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