The Poisoned error we breathe

venom succored and lain

the serpents tongue and sleeve

creeps its way through again

It’s your Word against mine

So what of something more?

truth like clock measures time

Darkness is not as sure

Bold in every last step

it waived high bravery

in a Cure and concept

but couldn’t watch you bleed

The Feelings have left me

of a little comfort

the known synchronous we

words are slow and short

Don’t let the Darkness fail

it keeps the Light in you

and the words that you trail

although I can’t follow

There is not much left here

speckled treasures controlled

stolen mistaken cheer

just want us to grow old

Tags: Cancer, darkness, Failed Poem, Failing Poems, Holding on to hope, Punishment, Serpents, Songs never written, Thief, trying to restart

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