The Poetry Marathon

There is some news you get that makes you happy like we’re getting married, I’m pregnant, or I made the team.

Then again there is the news that makes you sad, miserable, angry, depressed, and scared.

Like the news that your son need brain surgery.

The kind of news you don’t want to hear, the kind that slices through you, gutting your insides causing you pain.

Like a butcher with every slice an organ removed the emotional slaughter.

I need you to sign this concent and release form, but I must explain as I’m in doing this surgery I’m between his scull and main artery if an anytime this artery gets cut by the laser your son will die on my operating table.

Slice goes the butchers knife.

Hey may lose some memory, another slice!

We will cut a piece of his scull to access the brain, oh God stop this knife is too sharp.

This operation though preformed is relatively new and not a guarantee, slice there is no more to cut, I can’t take no more this news you give I don’t want to hear.

I absorb but I am lost now theres nothing inside, can’t look towards the future when I heard you could die.

I ask God’s forgiveness, I ask him to trade my life for yours so all of this pain you would not have to endure.

My son I have no option with faith and trust in God I put your life in surgeons hands.

I want you better, I need your pain to stop, this operation must not fail because that’s just be the news I don’t want to hear.

I’m here though you are not.

I feel so empty your all I got.

This horrendous void I feel is starting to tear me apart.

Not being with you gives me knife stabbing pain directly to the heart,

I hope she is ok, in good hands, the thoughts  drive me insane.

I’m so alone and from the crippling thoughts I can’t abstain.

Dear God your not here and my life’s not the same.

You are my balance, my soul, you are the only channel thats on in my brain.

A very large part of me dies like a flower out of ground.

I miss you more than words can say when you’re not around.

I’m a simple man who’s easily hurt.

I been stepped on ridiculed treated like dirt.

I give all of me but it’s never enough, you all want more so I keep going as I huff and I puff.

I want to be respected, is that too much to ask?

Yet still im just a toilet to you that takes all your crap.

With my hand forced, now I will build a wall out of my own instinct inside my flesh and bones.

In it I will bury all the guilt pain and suffering, just try to throw stones.

Inpenitrable by anyone’s opinion, anyone’s hate, anyone’s words with hateful tones.

This retaining wall it is built solid like concrete and rebar, that reinforces it for this wall shall not come down.

Wanting, needing, hoping to find a love that’s so pure and oh so true.

I look up, down, side to side I look everywhere for that  bond that is strong as glue.

I walk the paths of lonesome souls head held high.

Maybe today I think to myself she will step out from the shaded area that lines the path.

With hope in my heart I walk searching for the first  time  my breath gets lost and the emptiness inside gets washed away like dirt in a warm soothing bath.

Finally the path has ended and as I step out from the tree lined misery, I look up and there it was your smiling face I have found love so pure so true the wait is over.

From the way we hold hands to the soft gentle kisses there is no more searching.

We found each other ironically at the end of the path of lonesome souls and our love has flourished  no more will I be longing, and feeling empty, for love has arrived  there will be no more waiting.

Hello i guess my first post in this group wasn’t a real introduction so here goes. My name is Leo im from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. I don’t really see myself as a poet or an author due to the fact that I just write, it started when my son was diagnosed with a disease and went through 3 brain surgeries, and I felt like I was holding it together the strog one, but people who know and love me saw right through it and at the request of a close friends that said you can’t keep all this bottled up you are depressed, always sad and no will to do anything, you need to let it out try writing or art or anything to get it out. With a bunch of doubt I tried it and I SUCKED big time but then I just sat down and let my insides spill out i wasnt trying to write I just wrote from within and people were saying wow who wrote that as they wipe away tears or smile and so it began. I have not ever  been published nor have I ever tried like I said I don’t see myself as a writer or poet or author and when I read my stuff I think no way I’m no where close to published works i did however have a blog i wrote all my work on. I struggle with structure and I rush to get things out sometimes I screw my punctuation up bad at times but I’m getting better. So this came across my screen on facebook and those same people are pushing me again saying things like don’t let your talent go to waste share it with the world so I don’t know if I’m doing this to shut them up or to see if people with real talent such as all you great poets think they are right. I guess we will see and I hope that all of us doing this will complete the challenge and im looking forward to reading your poems as well