A Write to Overcome!

 A WRITE TO OVERCOME! *

An all encompassing hollow ache

resonates with nauseating discomfort;

both mind and body scream aloud,

enforcing tears upon an erstwhile stoic frame.

No knowledge can determine

whether these tears, yelled expletives

or vocalized profanities,

none of which were hoped for,

can proffer relief. The question stands

unanswered, by any reasoned response,

how best to cope with the inexplicable,

opioid defying, prolonged aching pain;

there is no where

or way to turn,

one simply endures

until the next reprieve.

Malcolm Evison

15 – 03 - 18

*also a RITE and/or a RIGHT but firstly the WRITE is for a purpose

When I Could - a poem apropos chronic illness

When I Could

           (apropos ME)*

when I could

I often did

at very least

I tried

now I cannot

it crucifies

  

my past life

truly died

Malcolm Evison

31 January 2018

   * Myalgic Encephalomyelitis – but also me!

from a scribbled note 02 April 2017

dis-ease is everywhere - a new illustrated poem

this is fresh off the press - both the poem and the illustrated version here were sculpted this very day!

this poem is straight off the press - one of those rare occasions when the words gave themselves in a relatively short space of time. Expressing my current state of discomfort and dis-ease in some ways enables me to cope better with this frustrating ailment (moderate ME - myalgic encephalomyelitis)

ACCORDION - Illustrated Poem

Restless - Illustrated Poem

Although I published the text only version of this poem earlier in the year, I am now posting this illustrated version as the poem seems to reflect my most recent post on 'The Word of Sinna Luvva' -


A CRY of SELF-PITY – an ATTEMPT to EXORCISE the PAIN

and other joys of life

AND OTHER JOYS OF LIFE

tears, anger,

and other joys

of life

numb my brain -

access the darker

recess

of a shattered mind

only

to emphasize

the limitations

of a failing

bodily

frame

malcolm evison

03 May 2016

RESTLESS

RESTLESS

shattered but even so

muscle mind and bloated

intestines resist

the urge to sleep

each yawn stifled

by fear

of what new ailment

will inhabit this aching

hulk of flesh skin and bones

should my defences fail

discomfort is all

both yielding and resisting

sup far too deeply

on a scarce reserve

of stamina

Malcolm Evison

00.35 18 March 2016