Lunch Poem #27 Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Lunch Poem #27
Rating: ★5.0
My disease is free.
Stained upon this carpet of green.
Slipping away, bound no more by pain,
by loss,
by destruction,
by hatred,
My disease, my life, runs slowly from my veins
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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5/13/2024 3:32:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is understandable that life could be seen at times as a disease. But what innovation in the usage of the word. You are masterly in the telling Jim.