Tim Smith Poet Free verse

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 December 30, 2016 at 9:59 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 December 30, 2016 at 2:44 PM Hello Tim, I also sense sadness in this poem.You need a lot of Honey!!! Better than sugar. Happy New Year.

Charmaine Chircop December 30, 2016 at 10:36 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 December 30, 2016 at 9:06 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 December 30, 2016 at 9:02 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 December 30, 2016 at 8:48 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.