• jwinchester 6w

    A Disease I See

    I hear my disease
    spill from tounge
    a rancor not polite,
    I seek where from.

    Retreat so to think
    I in a solitude sick
    see an angst climb
    walls built so thick.

    A heart I try spark
    but it's match is out.
    I seek a harbor safe,
    a remedy for doubt.

    A soul within does
    see the foul pursue
    when I delve down
    paths a heart knew.

    Yet the sun shines
    from time to time.
    Inside me I openly
    examine my mind.

    Touch turns toxic
    from hearts so dead.
    Bled is heart's delight;
    in rivers full of dread.

    I search courage I
    summize I do have;
    heal I will but not
    life's diseased path.

    ©jwinchester