Hi Time Poem by Milan Baro

I began writing as I was ill
Then the dark sun came out to push my will
I abandoned bad thoughts, the sickness I do fought
Now ı am back, it is raining unusually
How I wished my thoughts were those for goodness

I came down with relentless empathy
Hooked on its greatness, such a tragedy
Needlessly I once released from my obsession and granted solitude
The stories of those marked seep in to my dreams
I served for this post restlessly, I demand now
Heal me