Chris G. Vaillancourt

Silver Star - 3,046 Points (April 5,1959-june 2016 / Canada)

Black Smoke, And A Bucket Of Tumours. - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Holding on.
Not been a good week.
Aches and pains.
Disappointment and more.
Writing a Will.
Editing the Will.
Thinking about death.
Do I want to wait,
or should I select my
own time?
Suicide is a sin.
Purgatory no doubt.
Holding on.
Back to square zero.
Last weeks' optimism fading.
No, not fading, rather, faded.
Gone.
Ended.
Hitting mental icebergs
and creating
desperate images
Circle of life.
Circle of death.
Cycles really.
Metamorphosis.
Even butterflies
expire from the
drama of living.
Flicker like smokestacks
that expel black smoke.
That is me. Black smoke,
and a bucket of tumours.

Topic(s) of this poem: cancer, philosophical


Comments about Black Smoke, And A Bucket Of Tumours. by Chris G. Vaillancourt

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/5/2015 8:10:00 AM)


    well-compose poem, you have expressed you thoughts very well, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 5:37:00 AM)


    Metamorphosis.
    Even butterflies
    expire from the
    drama of living.....Very wonderful and expressive poem shared really. Wise sharing. Nicely penned...10
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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 5:35:00 AM)


    Thinking about death, writing a will and thinking about will is very expressive in this poem shared. Very nice job done with interesting sharing....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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