Chemo Stories.

Chemo Stories.

It is pretence,

A masquerade,

The ebb and flow

Disguised as a flat pool.

Moments of tranquillity

Overwhelmed

By uncontrolled surges,

Whirlpools and eddies.

The helpless swimmer

Treading water,

Drowning in saline

Even as the sun shines.

Out of doors

Visible through a

Dirty picture window

Birds gather.

A picket line

Of professional mourners

Casting an oppressive shadow,

A muted Hitchcock menace

Watching over the trapped,

Who dream of flying

But are lying,

Strapped into easy chairs,

Reclining with anti-emetics

And vertigo.

Drip fed a steady flow,

Emptying bags of hope,

Filling sad sacks,

Pumping flushed souls.

Offering a man made solution

To the faintly damned,

Giving praise to remission,

A promise

That may never hold water,

But will keep the advancing

Tide at bay,

At least for today.