A Bitter Sweet Twist Poem by Brijaal Dana

She came to bring, the voice of all reason,
Twas in the Spring, a beautiful season.
As I partied with the guys, and joining in,
Health issues disguised, and poisoning.

Brought me to church, and God in my life,
No longer in search, as I found my wife.
I got sicker than, I had ever had before,
And suddenly ran, to get out the door.

Going to a show, gonna take in the arts,
Moving a little slow, the feeling of darts.
Suddenly the sickness, from deep within,
Came with quickness, imbalances begin.

She thought I was faking, so as not to partake,
I then started shaking, much was at stake.
She went on to the show, but dropped me off first,
The hospital I would go, seeking to be nursed.

Never felt this before, knew something was wrong,
About to hit the floor, before to long
Doctors and nurses, so many people,
Horrors and curses, not feeling regal.

Thought I would die, I thought this for sure,
Where’s my future wife, the one I adore?
She thought I was faking, thought I was a lie,
Suffering and shaking, from E-Coli.

Doctors were busy, as they were determined,
Then I saw she, she had returned.
She felt bad, riddled with guilt,
Then she had, covered with quilt.

She then stayed with me, night after night,
The strength was from she, for this poisonous fight.
It was next to my bed, where she slept in a chair,
Unknown the tears shed, hidden by her hair.

Seven hours into surgery, the doctor’s finally done,
Not knowing and weary, there were many more to come.
The first of many, which went wrong,
There were plenty, before too long.

My faith was tested, to say the least,
The poison infested, but I beat the beast.
My life extended, and more than one time.
But what ended, was my true sunshine.

While in duration, of surgery number one,
Wrongful accusation, as recovery begun.
Suspicion of another girl, and what that brung,
A second chance in this world, while being hung.

~End