Until you begin to speak
there will be no words.
The rumbling of clouds
as I am cast out
and lain
prone across a bed
an unyielding coma
from which I see out of
but no one can see in;
the mind open
but every muscle turned off;
you’re not so far
that I couldn’t reach you
but freedom is denied
as my body fights me,
biology a prison
every command
a hollow echoe
in an unresponsive machine;
the greater pain
than any other
is not being able to save you
as they call upon you
and I’m not there.
Until you begin to sing
there will be no song.
– matt at shadow of iris
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Lovely…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMsUIUw5mEM
…the greater pain
than any other
is not being able save you…
A beautiful poem that needs the word ‘to’ added in there…
“is not being able to save you”.
Sorry, I hate seeing one little typo spoil an otherwise beautiful poem.
Thank you, Kitty, I love that video and song.
Thank you, Shirley, when I posted this yesterday, something was driving me nuts, and I kept going back through the poem again and again trying to find it. That was it. It’s amazing to me how I couldn’t have found it! Thank you, again!