Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Hospital Blues

A word falls from my speech, leaving me 
Drooling like the un-dead, i watched last night. 
I sense she senses the null & void, from my full 
But somewhat vacant eyes. 
How to end this pattern without 
Being morbid, gloomy, i think.
It was not gloomy it was bright &
Funny at the worse of times. 

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