StrainA Poem by Pete'Tis healthy to be sick sometimes. - Thoreauthe tide was low when i needed it high the day cloudy when i wanted a sunny sky you fed me cake when i craved pie telling me the truth when i expected yet another lie handing me a band aid when i thought i would die you poured me an intoxicant when i thirsted for a drink making me drunk when i should have been sober to think closing your eyes when i needed a wink nowhere to be found when i searched for the missing link unable to get wide laces through narrow eyelets with this implausible kink pushing me over the edge when i stood on the brink making me believe it was a dirge at dusk when it was really a psalm at dawn infecting me with corona when i expected omicron delivering me an unhealable break when i thought it was just a minor sprain scrubbing me with sandpiper to remove an invisible stain never in sync with the same strain © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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