This Sickness


United States
34° 16' 15.7368" N, 118° 36' 53.316" W

Time is the wind in this storm

A storm for both my body and mind

My life is frozen, but time still runs

Unliving, but faithful

Unconscious, but consistent

Time has permitted this sickness into my mind

Time has made the path in my heart

Impossible to follow

But I can still feel it

Time wracks the mind of the sick

It hurts, but pain is inevitable

My legs are weak with longer to run

My eyes glaze thick with this sickness

Like the ice that has frozen my fingers

I feel caged in this vast wasteland

I want the time to think

I want the time to gain back my feeling

But time cannot hear me

o one can

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