The Sick Bard - Poem by Rani Turton
The sick bard, in a haze induced by melancholy
The mysterious sickness that threatens subtly,
The malady that does not leave, ever.
The sick bard, at times on the frontier
Between lfe and death does not know
Which to call inside the painted door.
Now there is pain; now there are visions
But also, also haze and delusions.
The sickness is full of illusions.
The sick bard has pages full of writing
Poems and thoughts that have spanned years;
Alas some of those words have been erased by tears.
Copyrght: Rani Turton
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