"Remission"
It's such a beautiful word
Giving an illusion so strong you might truely believe you are done.
You are no longer sick;
You are in remission.
You are on pause.
You are in a peaceful
limbo.
I gaze empty out of the window
There's a cat watching the birds from the root of the tree.
"Noddy?"
My doctor keeps talking in the background of wind, beauty and heartbreak.
It's aggressive this time
And all I can think of is how I am empty
My poet is gone
And both physically and emotionally
I am dying.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
"Remission"
It's such a beautiful word
Giving an illusion so strong you might truely believe you are done.
You are no longer sick;
You are in remission.
You are on pause.
You are in a peaceful
limbo.
I gaze empty out of the window
There's a cat watching the birds from the root of the tree.
"Noddy?"
My doctor keeps talking in the background of wind, beauty and heartbreak.
It's aggressive this time
And all I can think of is how I am empty
My poet is gone
And both physically and emotionally
I am dying.
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