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Brussel Sprout the Terminal Patient
“What do you see in this man?”
He asks...
“He has no talent!”
He points out...
“He is not real!”
He presumes...
“He is not worthy!”
He claims...
As if the honour
Was his to hold
Or brand his own
As if discovering
The Ark
Made it his
To keep
“I have nothing left to live for!”
He claims...
“I am going to end my life!”
He presumes...
“You have broken my heart!”
He points out...
“How could you do this?”
He asks...
As if the sin
Was his to judge
Or call his own
As if unleashing
The guilt
Made her soul
“His” to keep
* * *
“Am I the devil in disguise?”
She asks...
“I fucked up beyond belief!”
She points out...
“It’s all my fault!”
She presumes...
“It’s my duty to heal his wounds!”
She claims...
As if the scars
Were the results
Of her infliction
As if the extent
Of the damage was
From a singular cause
“I am cursed!”
She claims...
“All that I touch turns to dust!”
She presumes...
“I am a horrible witch!”
She points out...
“Will I be responsible for his death?”
She asks...
As if it was she
Who tortured his soul
From an early age
As if it was she
Who caused this angst
He has ALWAYS felt!
* * *
“You really think you are responsible?”
The voice asks...
“His pain preceded your touch!”
The voice points out
“You are a treasure, a gift!”
The voice presumes...
“You shall be released!”
The voice claims...
As if it had
The authority
To judge
As if it had
Any control of
Her emotions
“I can soothe your soul!”
The voice claims...
“This isn’t as bad as it seems!”
The voice presumes...
“We get along without strings!”
The voice points out...
“What was it that you saw in him anyway?”
The voice asks...
As if it knew
Psychology of
The soul
As if it had
The right
To write this!
* * *
“Do you love yourself?”
We all ask...
But the question
Remains
Enigmatic
To the core...
“I love life!”
She replies
And then
She flies.
I'm always blown away by the things you write! I read them and for hours my brain spins into unknown vastnesses.
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