Sick
SICK
Aromas lose their piquant charm
Another double door, Another vapid hall
No dazzling puzzles to disarm
--- no witty repartee
Nothing to look forward to
But another dance of pain
Another vacuous doctor handshake--
clinic bred and born
eyes that hesitate to meet my gaze
whirlwinds grab particles of sound and sight from cyber space
twirling and creating subhuman characters without hard edges
--capture each tintinabulation and bouncing glance--
Hope spirals down the sterile drain
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013©
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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