Pain Amassed

A poem about surviving child abuse, and being diagnosed with Leukemia.

I consume days, e’re sad repast

I wade through muck, this pain amassed

I shove at ravaged youth, long past

I know those days are gone at last

 

I pause, for fate indeed doth pounce

I count days damned, for each day counts

I love those dearest, they my fount

I grasp this as my soul surmounts

 

I hope, though risk an ill permit

I make the most of all of this

I plead, don't take too hard a hit

I weep the future, ner’e to quit

 

I fight for ‘tis the only way

I loathe this cancer here at bay

I scream in fear, such hell to pay

For death t’will come, some weary day

 

Yes, I live this life,

for how long,

no one can say.

 

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Poetic Meter:  Iambic Tetrameter ( unstressed stressed, 8 syllables, 4 feet)

                        Closing line is Trochaic Heptameter (stressed unstressed, 12 syllables, 6 feet)

 

I consume days, e’re sad repast.

I wade through muck, this pain amassed.

I shove at ravaged youth long past.

I know those days are gone at last.

 

I pause, for fate indeed doth pounce.

I count days damned, for each day counts.

I love those dearest, they my fount.

I grasp this as my soul surmounts.

 

I hope, though risk an ill permit.

I make the most of all of this.

I plead don't take too hard a hit.

I weep the future, ner’e to quit.

 

I fight for ‘tis the only way.

I loathe this cancer here at bay.

I scream in fear, such hell to pay.

For death will come, some weary day.

 

Yes, I live this life,

for how long, 

no one can say.

 

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Barbara L. Brown

Author's Note

The above poem was written with poetic meter as shown in the section below the poem.