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15 January 2026

sickened

 

I’m trying to make sense of my pain       does that mean I’m crazy?     should I have turned the other cheek?        dare I demand recompense?     I was suddenly swiped by a bus    my barely human remains     slickened the street      my brain dashed on the pavement        leaking out my dreams

sick thoughts can devour a body     I’m crawling through shadows     I need a little sunlight     maybe I’ll take a walk      perhaps I’ll just rot here in my room     don’t take me to the hospital      I have friends there who won’t seek remedies       they got a bag with my name on it   

don’t mind me      I am just a fool       lost in the vacuum of the universe       mine is the madness of spirit     that leaps into the abyss       without a single care in the world       I fell and kept on falling     there’s no centre to my existence     I’m a leper      and an outcast      I may have lost my bearings      but I might be heading home

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