Nine. I see the light burning to darkness.
All so swiftly. All so blindly.
Eight. I hear the alarm screaming to deafness.
All so widely. All so loudly.
Seven. I taste the medicine spoiling to sickness.
All so queasily. All so badly.
Six. I sense the odour stinking to foulness ...
Poetry Time 80: Nine Lives
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, July 28, 2024
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