Getting There

You may not be going anywhere,

but still some things are in motion,

and it looks insane to live

with a terrible, crippling nausea

which only subsides when the medicine

hits your cubital vein.

You talk the talk making ripples

in these placid waters

that on the surface remain,

and your heart looks like a wildflower-

it wilts in autumn, hides in winter,

and blooms only when it rains.

There has to be a cure for

such madness somewhere

for not a thing here lasts forever,

not even the chronic pain.

©Aaysid

“Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment. I wasn’t ready for that moment to end.”
Ellen Hopkins

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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