Are you breathing?
Are you beating?
Are you bleeding?
Are you broken?
.
Breathless
Heart pounding
Blood surging
In pieces
.
Do they
hospitalize
for
Love?
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Shawn L. Bird 
Love this! The alliteration is marvellous!
Thanks, Isabelle.
It’ll be good if they hospitalize for love, I think it’s a sickness more painful than other sicknesses.
I suppose it depends whether the object of the love shares the ailment. It can be very contagious. Treatment goes particularly well when the patients are put into quarantine. Either they are cured, or become chronic. 😉
True. But the pain is the same whether it is mutual or not.
Hmm.
Hmm. It really needs a long sigh. But the pain has its advantage, it makes the human stronger. My grandmother used to say, one who does not suffer a heartbreak once, has never lived.
Hmm. Or has been particularly wise/lucky in where s/he put her/his affections?
Exactly.
Beautiful poem, and I agree with the other poster. 🙂
Thanks.
beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
My pleasure, Tiffany!
Possibly in your case?
😉
Wow, I really like that one!!
Thanks, Becky!
If they did – I’d commit myself.
lol
Do they hospitalize for love? – Good question. If they do, I’m sure the insurance won’t pay for it 🙂 Nice work, Shawn.
Not a problem here in Canada… 😉
even if they did have a cure, would we rather settle for painkillers instead!
Good point.
No. Been sick bad for 35 plus years! ❤ ❤ ❤
The most rare and incurable disease from the oddest uncreated thing…both disease and cure, desert and house of healing, mountain austere and oasis verdant.
Indeed.
He was bitten by love
Like the bite of the snake
That neither kills you nor let you die
And venom ran into his veins
Like blood.
The hiss travelled in his body and his soul
It played like a flute in his dark long nights
and left him sleepless with maddening ecstatic pain
He would let go all he had
Of himself the most
But for the rest of his days
All he wanted was to stay irrecoverable!
Loved reading you, Shawn; stay in touch!
Well done.
Thanks Shafiq!
I really like this. Sort of reminds me of poems I’ve written in the past.
Glad you enjoyed it.