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.
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