Author's Comments: I recently have done volunteer work at the George R. Brown Convention Center here in Houston, and the opportunity to visit with many of the survivors (of Hurricane Katrina). I have written the attached poem (Dark Days) to try and capture their pain. I hope you may have use for it.
Dark Days
Some days are particularly dark.
The kind that makes eyes so heavy,
And covers them with a hot mist,
Feeling as though if not for cheekbones
Eyeballs would surely roll right out.
Posture is a struggle and
Facial muscles feel totally numb,
And when trying to look up
Sight is cut short by immovable
Eyelids allowing only half-vision.
Few Illnesses can make the day so dark.
Even for the worst of afflictions,
There are medicines and reasons
For hope. But there is no
Pharmaceutical remedy for a broken heart.
It’s a deep blunt pain that hangs
Heavy in the bosom, leaves a body
Listless, causing pressure inside the head,
Sometimes throbbing, always pushing
Images that are no more.
By Samuel B. Young
samrealtysam@aol.com
