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I'm Sick
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Personal- Hopeful I’m sick.
Why does my tongue drip disease?
Every word dribbles out-
more poisonous than the last.
“A fevered mind can only spill
what it ingests”, I say.
So, I gather the guilty and
punish them with a life sentence
of my tormenting.
But revenge tastes so bitter.
Why do I follow a path lined in poison?
My feet stand steadfast,
but the ground shakes underneath.
“This path though crooked
is all I’ve ever known,” I mumble.
So, I meander through darkness
determined to delve deeper
‘til I’ve lost my way.
But the light calls me back.
I’m sick….
of believing I can’t change.
