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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: June 21, 2019      Views: 214

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The bulb is broken but the light still burns
"Broken" by Robert Zimmerman
My body is broken.
     Cruel pain never ends.
          I'm doing the best that I can.
My life's not dependent
     on notions or dreams.
          I must not forget I’m a man.
When youth was my partner,
     pain was annoying,
          I never believed it would stay.
Yet many years later,
     age grips my body,
          and hurt will just not go away.
The knives in my being
     are sharpened and honed.           
          Steel blades are efficient and strong.
I cringe at the stabbing,
     feel all the cutting,              
          that stays with me all the day long.
I can't unremember
     vile hurts from the past.     
          They leave a dark sinister stain.
I pray for remission
     and hope for relief
          from hideous, soul bruising pain.
My hope is in Heaven,
     Not Earthly domain,
          this harsh world will never forgive.
I must not surrender,
     nor cast away hope.
          I know I’ll eternally live.
Relief that I cherish
     is coming someday
          when I’ll be awarded the prize.
The pain will be over          
     to never recur.
          He shall wipe all tears from my eyes.
[Revelation 21:4]

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Author Notes
The meter I used is one I developed for this poem. I have not seen it anywhere else. The meter is 6/5/8/6/5/8 in each stanza.

For the last 20-plus years I have lived with chronic pain for which there is little relief. I wrote this poem originally to chronicle my daily battle, but last year I reworked the poem. I only had a lifestyle change but a very good friend of mine was diagnosed with brain cancer related to exposure to Agent Orange. He was an Army Ranger in Viet Nam and was a decorated combat infantry officer. For the last 5 years of his life he went through multiple brain surgeries. Last summer; he lost his final battle.
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