A festival of cruelty
There is a festival of cruelty,Within this body of mine.
Of things I wish I could see anew,
Changing the synapses Within my mind.
The chances are I'm all askew,
Living with not living is nothing new.
At some time in our lives,
It's something we will all have to do.
Thinking outside the box,
Is something I do a lot.
If death is wanting filled with thirst,
It will have to catch me first.
My heart is strong, My valves are lame.
I can't walk far, To much strain.
If only I could think again,
Not just to think but to live again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-12-15 at 04:57
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