There Are Some Remedies Worse Than the Disease
They say the cure for loneliness
Is just to find a friend
But what if that friend
Was a dead end?
The times enjoyed
Throughout the years
Come to a halt
As the time slows
The ticking comes to a close
Then it slowly comes back
The thoughts of it all
Just like a sloth, they crawl
Haunting.
Panic.
The rush.
Faster.
Go.
Run to his aid.
Reach out and feel
the beating heart
the breath
the kiss
life.
Copyright © Reese Giroux | Year Posted 2009
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