The Beggar

Nae's Nest —  November 14, 2013 — 3 Comments


No one notices as he sneaks

Fresh blood pulled through his teeth

A healthy body slowly cries.

Strangled of blood supply

Slowly, the beast continues to devour

Greedily, licking his lips.

Feeding every minute of every hour

Never stopping to feel remorse.

Unable to feel what he does not have

A being without a soul

He is out of control


I am a beggar on the street.

I do not ask for money.

I ask for life as I weep.

Chemo  prolongs life.

Chemo takes life

Doing nothing, certain death

Growing tired, cannot rest

Where is the Oracle?

Out seeking  miracles

The beast will not stop

He feeds on life

He seeks the soul

Frenzied and out of control


Unable to breathe in deep

Fresh air a forgotten memory

A healthy body slowly cries

A lung being forced to die

It holds on.  Dedicated to life

It continues to struggle

It continues to fight

It does all it can to simply breathe

Until I cry and fall to my knees

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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