Before he was here
He would have said, "bereft of feeling,"
Now he says TBI
Before he was here,
Overwatch was a game.
Now it keeps him and others alive
Before he was here
He was a conscientious vegan.
Now he's an omnivore,
Devouring vacuum sealed inorganic meat byproducts.
With vigor
Before he was here
Musty was the damp basement smell-- endearing, familiar
Now it's the infection smell -- nauseating, familiar
Before he was here,
There was good and evil,
Now there are only shades of evil
Before he was here
She was there,
Always.
Now she is gone,
Forever.
Before he was here
Death was distant, clinical
Now it's cloying, visceral
He doesn't know if he'll be able
To return to the time before here
He doubts it.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Before he was here
He would have said, "bereft of feeling,"
Now he says TBI
Before he was here,
Overwatch was a game.
Now it keeps him and others alive
Before he was here
He was a conscientious vegan.
Now he's an omnivore,
Devouring vacuum sealed inorganic meat byproducts.
With vigor
Before he was here
Musty was the damp basement smell-- endearing, familiar
Now it's the infection smell -- nauseating, familiar
Before he was here,
There was good and evil,
Now there are only shades of evil
Before he was here
She was there,
Always.
Now she is gone,
Forever.
Before he was here
Death was distant, clinical
Now it's cloying, visceral
He doesn't know if he'll be able
To return to the time before here
He doubts it.
A poem written with borrowed words: Bereft, Musty, Overwatch, Omnivore
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