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The Fever Breaks
by Vikki OwensI did live through
the apocalypse.
With all its shudders and shake
and heavy damage.
I saw the fallout and quake
of my heart lost among
the cinders and ruin.
Delirious and sickened,
poisoned and silenced,
I laid down at night
fevered and sobbing,
body wretching with
the lonliness
and sorrow.
The fever breaks.
The burning ends.
It does fade, and fade.
Hopefully. 03/18/2010 Posted on 03/18/2010
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 03/18/10 at 11:27 PM The fever does break and fade but you still remember it. You capture that so well in this achingly beautiful poem. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/18/10 at 11:59 PM It does, love, it does.
The way you've written this brings the reality to my chest. I'm so glad to see you writing. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/19/10 at 12:21 AM I had it but not quite that bad and I could never muster these words to describe it. Well done lady. Glad to see you are among the living. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/10 at 12:25 PM it is a testament to your writing that there is so much power in this harrowing and heartbreaking piece, and once I have traversed through it all with the subject, I am thankful for the white flag of hope flapping in the wind at the close of it...great write, poet, great write...peace, jewels xo |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/19/10 at 02:37 PM Here's to hoping, eh? Wonderful write. |
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