The Prognosis Train

By threeleafshamrock

Tue, 13 Jan 2009
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Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

Roused from fitful slumber
Yes! Slumber; not sleep, not quite sleep

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

Its dusk outside
Yes! Dusk; not dark, not quite dark

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

I’m going back
Yes! Back; not home, not quite home

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

Doctor said dying
Yes! Dying; not dead, not quite dead

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

I keep hoping
Yes! Hoping; not believing, not quite believing

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

That I can fight
Yes! Fight; not win, not quite win

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

Just last longer
Yes! Longer, not forever, not quite forever

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-click

I’m weeping
Yes! Weeping; not sobbing, not quite sobbing.

Click-e-d-click, Click-e-d-clock, tic-e-d-tock, tic-e-tock, tic-tock, Tic-tock-tic-tock-tic-tock-tic-tock-tic-tock.

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Submitted by rainee on
my mum would have had to go through this so I've pondered the feelings in this poem and appreciate your poem's subject. The clock ticking seems to bring the poem to life for me, ( no pun intended). To be told your dying, to lay awake with that knowledge must be scarey even though we all die. Do you think ignorance is bliss or it's better to know?

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I think I would like to know but I suppose that is almost a 'third person' view. They did not tell my father - they told me - but I think he knew anyway. On the train home, I tried to imagine how that must feel and what I would say if he asked me. He didn't ask; I didn't tell him, but we both knew. We spent some of the most quality time we ever had, for about 3 months. Thanks for your comment rainee. Regards Chris