Pestilent

Pestilent
 
Pest full, not restful
Sleep is dim, winks full of sin
Fire and disease filled air, I walk around with my share
Creeping behind, tied to mine
This stalking shadow, tugs on strings of marrow
My bones ache, I can feel the earthquake
Disturb my slumber, carry me off like lumber
Hollow me out inside, dim light of the mind
How can I read with no sight, blinded by the blight
Pestilence in my head, dried blood in my bed.
 
7/29/20 – Andy McRae