Meadow Echoes

Echoes of sickness awash over me That frequency scrapes my bones Eyes blurry, filled with salt of sea Yellow and green skin tones Labored breath, a hard night begins My brow dripping toxic sweat Seeing visions of my sins This malaise to be paid, my debt Creeping and crawling on my skin A love never meant to be met Follows me like my shadow Always poking me with pins Wrapped in earth so wet I long to awake in the meadow.