It All Ends

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It All Ends

Months of chores and pleading

First time fishing all alone

 

Slice some mackerel to use

I hear panicked urgent buzzing

 

Angry insect bites me, and again

Tears began to flow as I run

 

To find someone to help

Hand is swelling, out of breath

 

Topple over amidst the sirens

And lights, transport to Emergency

 

Hard bed, lots of tubes and

Beeping, doctors, confusion

 

Needle enters, things slow down

Age fourteen, “allergic” reaction

 

No more trips alone and

You win Mr. Yellow Jacket.

5 thoughts on “It All Ends

    C. L. Swinney responded:
    July 3, 2013 at 7:30 pm

    Thanks Smitty!! I’m working on getting better.

    Rick Smith said:
    July 3, 2013 at 7:23 pm

    Nicely written Chris. Enjoyed taking my time with it and chewing on every word. Thanks.
    -Smitty

    C. L. Swinney responded:
    July 1, 2013 at 2:50 pm

    *write

    Anonymous said:
    July 1, 2013 at 2:50 pm

    Thanks buddy. I hope to get better and wrote some half as good as you.

    John Brantingham said:
    July 1, 2013 at 2:32 pm

    Fantastic poems man. The best poems are those that put us in the moment with you and make us feel rather than ask us to decipher. Wonderful stuff.

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