First Treatment
i
do
not
hope
to
see
that
again
the
pain
chemo
brings
when
lungs
cannot
breathe
limbs
shaken
byrigor
bonedeep
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense. - Rumi
1 Comments:
I like this poem.
Post a Comment
<< Home