CJD (Not a Disease, But a Person)

A poem about a friend I met on a mission trip with a lot of issues. If you read this and know who you are friend, that's cool :)

As a congregation of twenty sit together,

He sits in solitude on a bench.

Tears fall from his sad sage eyes,

Tales of adversity escape from his lips,

And the audience rests mute.

 

My heart bleeds for him.

I relate to him,

For similar things have happened to me.

But his story has darker chapters,

Than any in mine.

 

I welcome him into my arms,

To let him know somebody cares.

As he enters my embrace,

I can feel him smile as his head touches mine.

 

As tempted as I am to heal his wounds,

I feel compelled to flee his side.

He lies in the grasses of a dark world,

A world I recently departed,

And never wish to revisit.

 

But I cannot leave.

Every time I attempt to flee,

The grass blades snatch my feet,

And drag me back to him,

Where his sad sage eyes leave me back to where I started.

Author's Note

CJD is the abbreviation for Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, the human equivalent of mad cow disease, as well as the initials of the guy in the poem. Actually, one could say that he was seen as a “disease” by many people.

Reviews

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lol, I know who this is. I won't say though :)
I like this a lot, it captures your relationship with rather well, and I like the alliteration you used with "sad sage". I can see a lot of maturity with your writing and I hope it keeps getting better :)

[<3 Simply Rebekah <3]

I hear you on this one,
very well writen,
and I do know who you are talking about
but I won't name,
I know how you felt in this poem
because I've done something like it,
(in terms of comforting and confessing)
I love the last line of this poem,
you always seem to be able to rap things up well,
and this one was great!
(BTW I'll keep CJD in my prayers just for you, and him of course)
nice write!