mrms consumption
I dont know what to make of myself for having loved you I knew you, drew breath from you watched you think and probe the world with words produce sweet melodies that loved all life now i'm left to wonder at the traces of your mind
The overflowing spirit that you had in better times is a puddle, a trickle, a droplet dammed by plastic wrap a smothered coal gasping in the gap you left behind who do i blame for this corruption with whom to take up this dispute? with you? could I get the time of day? your moral sense exchanged for baubles ersatz soul from consumption cobbled our languages are not the same
the terror of my heart of hearts is that i had some part to play and was not half so fair or just or right which thought leaves to me a weight of guilt for soul to carry without respite
