I touch your cheek,I’m surprised, it’s cold.I reach for your handfor I need it to hold. I look upon your facethat beamed and sparkledas we loved and laughed,wrestled and tickled. Your face is so pallid,the sparkle is gone,no more to smilein the hot summer sun. Your hair neatly tended,you lie there so stillas I try, with memories,a dark…
Category: CANCER POETRY
A DARK PLACE
The old clock sets the rhythm of a heart in pain. A body racked with with aching frustration, and the realisation that life will never be the same. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.