My friends leave the room

My friends leave the room,
taking daylight with them,
along with the moon and stars.
The onset of an illness makes me
morbid, not dangerous.
In my trance-like state,
I care for nothing.
What led me away from
wisdom’s eight strong pillars?
Will giving you the symptoms
of my illness point me to a cure?


Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

NOTE: This poem is almost entirely the product of my imagination. Any resemblances to my own life are purely coincidental.
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Posted on March 25, 2018, in poetry, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    I am only afflicted with the common cold … yet I am full of fellow-feeling!

  2. How illness can change us into a more morbidly feeling person….it is why I hate being sick. Hoping you are well or getting well if you are sick!

  3. Ha….very clever use of these words. I enjoyed this immensely. Need a cure? A Baileys over ice fixes everything:)

  4. Oh thank heaves this is imaginary. So true that people often withdraw as if they fear contagion.

  5. Thank heaven, i meant.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      I kind of like “heaves,” actually! 😉

      On Sun, Mar 25, 2018 at 8:46 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  6. Yes, I leave the room, such a waste to be ill, if one can a void it.

  7. Sure am hoping that you are not sick. I will not leave the room if you are.

  8. I think you point at the fear I too would feel… to fall ill is also in part to be left alone…

  9. Oh i can relate .. the idea of working in a room with your superior whose is suffering from a cold … not pretty! 😬

  10. Your poem describes well how some people deal with illness and with visiting someone who is ill. I do hope that all of this is imaginary, that you are not ill!

  11. Interesting conclusion…

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      Or disturbing, or positively confusing! 😉

      On Sun, Mar 25, 2018 at 11:50 AM, Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  12. hmm, I feel the loneliness as others seem to disappear when one is ill. I wonder where the cure resides…would a hug make the pain go away for just a day?


    I love that opening line and the questions the closes the poem?

  14. good good question… wonderfully written!

  15. The annoyance with having an illness where there is little hope of cure is very depressing. We have a habit of looking forward to the future and when the gate there is barred we really are in a quandry. Having recently had an operation I now feel worse than before which certainly is a body blow. Having passed three score years and ten the experts merely shrug and turn away. Thank you for writing part of my biograohy!

  16. PS. I must watch my P’s and Q’s!

  17. This is a difficult truth about illness and how they affect relationships. Especially when it comes to chronic illnesses and any other malady that makes those around the ill think about their mortality. Even when the person is not contagious, people start feeling (or acting as if they feel) uncomfortable around the sick. We can only hope that the ill can find the moon and stars and everything else, in the handful of friends who stick around… and, more importantly, in themselves.

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