No Sugar

Sickness sucks the sugar off Tongues tied to thoughts of tomorrow If the ingredients don't add up I search for a cup to borrow Lost souls left in a breezless meadow Waiting for a seed to sprout Can't you hear my shout Languished and left in peace Gripping ghosts of past deceased Sticking the sick with crosses denied Why do I anymore try

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Akkina Downing

Date: 12/30/2016 9:59:00 PM

It's the after Christmas cold that you're catching from the lot of Christmas kisses and hugs. :( Hope you'll feel better, Tim. Hugs!

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/30/2016 2:44:00 PM

Hello Tim, I also sense sadness in this poem.You need a lot of Honey!!! Better than sugar. Happy New Year.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 12/30/2016 10:36:00 AM

I feel sadness along with the sickness...Sugar sweetness turned sour...Oh lets hope for some Honey to replace sugar gone...Tomorrow is a better day.

Daniel Turner

Date: 12/30/2016 9:06:00 AM

One of these days you will learn about all of those germs on shopping carts. Get well soon, friend. Chicken soup and shnapps.

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/30/2016 9:02:00 AM

A sad but well written poem Tim. It sounds like you are tired as well. I can understand the feelings you portray in this.

Chris Green

Date: 12/30/2016 8:48:00 AM

Very sad and lonely feeling Tim. There is a sorrowed breeze flowing through your poem this morning. This one reach deeply inside of me. Well written sadness.