Come, I

Come, I

A Poem by IComeAnon
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Sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear if I had liver failure or not.

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Clickity Clackity

Please stop the happening sound

As I sit, I meld with it

I am not ambient noise

(Yet not more than a whisper lately,

I did some things and I’m tired lately)

 

Sickening quickening

Poisoning with happening sound

Just quiet, just try it

Feel the warmth without noise

(Not even a whisper, lately,

Can my ears, my tired heart, take lately)

 

All’s louder than I remember

Come, I, pretender, come, I, the messenger

Come, I, in silence-

Just quiet, Just try it

© 2010 IComeAnon


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IComeAnon
IComeAnon

Lake St. Louis, MO



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