I have been too long away
I’ve tried, to no avail,
To write a thought, a word, a phrase
That speaks to my travail.
In suffering I could not think
My mind could only flail.
All efforts at defining this
Were hollow, flat and pale.
And while recovery is at hand
My head aches and I’m frail
But if I hurt him for this cold...
I’d have to go to jail!!!
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