I Will Leave The Room Where You Lie Sick Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I Will Leave The Room Where You Lie Sick



I will leave the room where you lie sick
Lie a pest room though it be not pest
But the brain fails under the term
Of years and the grueling of anxieties:
Statues will fall and break to smithereens
The moon the night will look and wane
And sad.

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