It Starts
It starts, no clue
just symptoms
Unsure that's professionals,
postponed it multiplies,
it grows, it dominates.
no rubber, no eraser,
it is permanently written.
It is chronic
No solution just hope
filled with pills: that
resuscitate, by acquiring
time to live here
and there
Copyright © Romeo Moses | Year Posted 2017
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