Sickness of the Mind, Just
Just nothing.
Doesn't even want to say.
Just a ploy.
Does it to earn 'r e s p e c t'
Just a book.
A mighty pen to write a mighty book?
Just a thought?
A thought met with a swift b l o w to the h e a d.
Just a stutter.
Doesn't matter.
Just a hardship.
Doesn't care, must be carried.
Just a word.
A long, too long, syllabic word.
Just there,
A sickness. Out of sight. Out of t i m e.
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