Once Upon a Time Poems

Thunderstruck

To a friend diagnosed with leukemia

You laugh struck with awe
at the din
of the ultimatum,
divested of patience.
What if the vital current
withdraws...

The blunder of blood,
unless gratified by chemo,
as thoughts thunder through,
rattling the mind,
measuring the mettle
and the sap of lineage.

While fighting the pull,
your feats do not soothe your senses,
and temper your spirit.
Flickering out,
you tell me,
“Being useful is only a consolation,
We all just live and die.”

Here, I lost you when
doubt detonated,
and I choked on the passion
of your words;
could this misconception
be your solace
in disguise?