Contagion: A Poem

Blanketed beneath the many ways,

beneath the weight of many days.

Time,

my sorrow, my enemy,

my friend.

Holding me

and molding me

into this pliable,

quivering mass.

 

Alas,

I have become gum,

gummy with desires,

filled with fluorescent fire

dreams thrown upon the pyre.

 

A mire of conflicting wishes and hopes.

Seeking,

Weeping,

Sleeping,

Waiting and waking.

My past waits for me around every corner.

 

Cornered,

Clobbered,

Covered,

I smother and take deep gulps of air hoping to find you there.

Need this release.

Need the happy contagion you bring me which I call Peace.

Please…

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