"Malady"

"Malady"

A Poem by what-the-frick

I'm drowning, arms flailing, hope's demise.

My cries, mute, echo in my head.

Agony steps up to bat.

Swing, miss, swing, hit.

Seconds tick by,

My heart becomes my malady.
I lose consciousness.

Fail to thrive.

Then you walk by,

And notice ...

© 2012 what-the-frick


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Added on March 29, 2011
Last Updated on October 2, 2012

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what-the-frick
what-the-frick

Astoria & Ever After, OH



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