I have not had a solid stool in a month or more, cancer rages through the blood and sore
Hair falls like cut shafts of wheat, open draining wounds festering to reveal raw meat
Yet calm breezes blow over the mind on green fields of sprouting love I find
Cool snows of peace, melting glaciers, frozen treasures flow in rivulets of release
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 27th, 2026 03:21
- Comment from author about the poem: This does not reflect my physical state
- Category: Unclassified
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- In collections: Adversity, Perception.
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