Sickness of the Mind, Just

Just nothing.

Doesn't even want to say.

 

Just a ploy.

Does it to earn 'r e s p e c t'

 

Just a book.

A mighty pen to write a mighty book?

 

Just a thought?

A thought met with a swift b l o w to the h e a d.

 

Just a stutter.

Doesn't matter.

Just a hardship.

Doesn't care, must be carried.

Just a word.

A long, too long, syllabic word.

Just there,

A sickness. Out of sight. Out of t i m e.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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