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Blake


Blake

My poor Blake
Seeing you in this hospital getting pricked and prodded
The blank stare of confusion all over your little face
I’m sitting in the waiting room hoping this is just all fake


My poor Blake
Seeing you covered in black and blue bruises
The gums completely devouring your teeth
I’m smiling through the pain and tears telling you it’s all okay


My poor Blake
Seeing your mom having to flush out the picc line in your arm   
The medicine completely swelling your face
I’m turning to God asking why such a vicious disease he must make


My poor Blake
Seeing your most precious years of life go to waste
The pain and discomfort you are having to endure
I’m far away at college and can’t be there for you…


Sobbing, I'm whispering all I can say...


My poor poor Blake





"Most people going into the hospital for an operation focus completely on their pain and suffering, whereas soldiers or saints and other martyrs can think about something nobler and more important to them, and this clouds their sense of pain."

- Diane Ackerman (A Natural History of the Senses) pg. 101


Statement -
I chose to write a poem about the pain I see and feel for my cousin. Pain can be a very vicious feeling, making us feel many emotions that often lead to sadness and anger. I chose this quote simply because I see my little cousin as a soldier. Although he is enduring much pain, he is the strongest little guy I know. His attitude and positivity shines bright.










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