This Room Smells Of Illness Poem by Neil Solan
This Room Smells Of Illness
This room just smells of illness
So take me back to the start,
These walls are made of the elastic
That hold you and I apart.
Of sweat, and grease and leaking pores,
I don't really care to know,
My fingers are elongated now
But I didn't see them grow.
This carpet is stenched in heat molecules;
Don't try to hold me back,
The aches and breaks of life's miscarriage
Start to venture back.
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