Drowned
One hundred to a minute, if you can keep the beat to staying alive.
There is so much I’d rather not say and more I have no room to think.
I know you are dead. Nothing living could produce the substance flowing from your nose.
I am no doctor though and your husband must be watching from above, awaiting those paid and trained for this kind of thing.
Please live.
I am sorry, eleven hundred compressions weigh heavy, I am sorry, to have broken your bones.
I couldn’t have know how long you were under, I tried to hope that God might take pity on you, but now I know in my fevered prayers I was selfish.
I wanted him to take pity on me
Of course in the end we were alone together, already separated by the veil.
(RIP V.W)
Posted Aug 19, 2022, 9:10 PM UTC
You can tell this poem has emotion and is real to the author.
A lot of those who have gone through a situation like this knows the feeling of “survivors guilt.” It’s brought to reality in a very raw manner here. “I now know in my fevered prayers I was selfish. I wanted him to take pity on me” That part really got me. You can feel and almost imagine the moment, I felt like I was there watching and experienced a part of that helplessness that is conveyed throughout the poem. A beautiful tribute and a beautiful work.
Thank you, it was one of the worst days of my life and it took a lot of time to get over. Trying to convey that feeling of isolation has been one of my driving inspirations in writing. I appreciate you taking time to read my work