a poem from "GOTHPERA"
disease, treatment, and survival
it’s so very quiet
I hear the blood squish running through my veins
it’s so very quiet
the clock? time just hammering on the wall
I feel I want to riot
I’d rather go insane
than be the ghost, the pallor walking in the hall
but when the sun goes down
when the night clouds rise
I can see again
but I realize
it is only the toxin wearing off.
it’s so very quiet
and there is nothing here really for me to do
I sleep all in sedative
and dream all night of different times with whom?
but when the sun goes down
when the night clouds rise
I can be again
but I recognize
it is only the venom wearing thin.
it’s so very quiet
and I think I’m rather tired
and the sunlight is burning in my eyes
it’s so very quiet
and I am glad you came to visit
I know this must be very hard on you
but when the sun goes down
when the night clouds rise
I can be again
but I identify
it is only poison beneath my skin.
Two years on...greetings from B.C.
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I am slow. Very, very slow. It can take me a long time to start to feel
settled in a place, so it should be no surprise that two years after moving
back to...
10 years ago
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