Quatrain of Sick Love
Sick Love - in search of self
Tis the troubled walker lifting
sore feet on the cliff
jetting into the
sky,
Tis the battered watcher on
the wooden bench where
love rests before it can
die.
Tis the mind's broken mirror where the passer by
can't view his own
soul,
Tis the worst of crippled
humanity left to seek
happiness without birth
control.
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