Posted: March 26, 2011 in Poems
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Written by James Christopher Sheppard


Medicated and resuscitated.

Nothing oxidised the air.


Thick as oil,

clogging airways.




Organs twist,

Almost burst.

Blood blackened.

It always comes back to this.

Iā€˜m going to refer you,

You will be contacted in three to four weeks.

Take care.

How have I not noticed that tree before?

This is decided.

Help is a myth.

A feeble attempt.


I think I only want help to please you.

I think I only carry on because you tell me I have to.

Potluck Poetry

  1. Sad, sad, very sad! I hope it’s only fictional!!!

  2. Gigi Ann says:

    Please tell us it’s just a poem and not real life.

  3. Evelyn says:

    The structure is unsettling, but
    that works with the subject matter.
    blah sad grrr!

  4. Jingle says:

    great outlet of troubled times in life, you shall feel all better after sharing it.



  5. Jaan Pehchaan says:

    Very realistic. I pray that life is never subjected to this.

  6. A.B. Thomas says:

    A keenly sharp serrated write!

  7. Jamie Dedes says:

    So very sad. I’m glad to see “once was” in our response to Blaga. Well poemed. Thanks for participating in Potluck and sharing it.

  8. fiveloaf says:

    this is a real good poem on failure? hmm.. here’s mine james..

  9. “Help is a myth.
    A feeble attempt.”

    These are profound statements.

    To My Hometown

  10. Sina Saberi says:


  11. Very sad poem :/ But I do think I understand the perspective. Based on your prior comments I’m glad that this is not a representation of reality for you now šŸ™‚

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