Tainted

Poetry

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She doesn’t look, she sees
The black hole. Heading for her.
Scared of unfounded stories
Circulating in her head -
A brain-tumoured-tainted-untrained structure -
Cells multiply, you see, wildly
Deep sea squalls fling
Seas against concrete. Defences breached
By unaccounted time. Rhymes come & go
In this muddled mind of mine, multiples the arrhythmia
Of this, my broken heart, apart from the constancy
Of time passing, so many lives denied.
Deceptions amass on far-horizons
Monochrome, swirling skies, above, me and Woody….