Resuscitated
Resuscitated
I’ve died a million deaths
Stolen lifetimes of breath
To breathe life into you
But you are dying
While lying there
Without care
Resuscitated
Emaciated
You are starving
But you won’t eat
Torment, your treat
Nothing left to nourish your soul
You lost the half that made you whole
Emaciated
©Jennifer David 2013
*NOTE: This poem is a comparable, it is not actually about death and resuscitation, it’s about life and spirit in relationships. I intended to use the word lying, it was not a typo for laying*
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[ Smiles ] I LOVE this poem!
Thank you Renard 🙂
[ Smiles ] You are welcome, Jennifer.
Quite deep.
Thank you Kev.
Isn’t it ‘to breathe life into you’ instead of ‘to breath’ and ‘without’ instead of ‘with out’? It’s a beautiful poem!
You are indeed correct! Thank you for pointing that out to me! I will edit it right now!
Cheers,
Jennifer
Your prose is simple & clear; I enjoyed this very much, Jennifer 🙂
Stop calling me simple! 😉 lol
It’s complicated! 😀
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Cheers
Very well done!
Thank you.
Thoroughly enjoyed this piece.
I’m glad, thank you for letting me know. I appreciate it.
This is a disturbing and wonderful piece of writing! Hits right In the gut!
Thank you.
That is what I was aiming for 🙂
that is what good writing does!
Sad but beautiful! 🙂
Thank you Graceh13
🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Thanks for making me think. I enjoyed its duality.
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A beauty, felt really connected by both the poem and picture.
Thank you Raj.