See Sickness


WE have been to the wrong fight…for too long.

What drives another’s thoughts past our own essentials?

No more, sit silently in a song.

I awoke in a disturbance.

With her wailing in my ear.

Not me…for once.

Which is usually a reflective voice.

In this imperative twilight juncture,

there had been a sprite.

Offering no option,

no choice.

See sickness deep in a vacant trail.

Bent on lack of remorse.

And, with due course,

no badges earned when lost in a white-out.

The two-party line…

in hectic connection…

Rung to a bad apple that needs to hung up.


I heard her the yelp…

Petrified paradise…only lost not found.

Disenchanted forests forever…release…be unbound.


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