I'm Sick

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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.

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