Sickness

Sickness
By: James Dubeau

Deep
In the pit
Of my stomach
A turning
Twisting
Anguish screams
Wanting to be freed
Bile rises
Matching mass unpleasantness
Wracked against my body
Staggered steps
Across the cool linoleum floor
Bring closer
The porcelain end
However temporary
To this wretched
Abhorrentness
Once
Twice
Three times
The sickness flows
Chunky meat
Mucus
Blood
Swirl about the bowl
Followed by
Fleeting relief

Pathetic Existence

Pathetic Existence
By: James Dubeau

What a pathetic little existence
We all have
Trying to get from point A
To point B
In our meaningless insignificant lives
As I lie here
Fighting back the pain
And coughs
Endured by this dreaded illness
Of mine
It will be my curse until the end of time
My closed eyes
Listen to the world’s soul
Feeling
Rhythmic buzzing of a heartbeat
God’s beat
Measuring out what is to come
Pain and joy
And all that which the future holds
Overhead
Beyond the reach of fingertips
Bloodied
Trying to grasp razor sharp tendrils
To have
And hold tight against my flesh
Being one
With all that surrounds and binds us
But failing
Returning to that meaningless existence
Alone