Traveling
your heart becomes
a vestigial organ
providing only a weak,
faltering beat
for you to march your mind to
your head emits
a strange thick mist
your eyes can barely
make their way through
and you stumble along
not knowing where or why
on this sick thick overgrown path
you’re hoping takes you somewhere high
Copyright © Robin Sexton | Year Posted 2020
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