my lips are sealed

bound by conscience
removed from fear
casualties sleep among us
let me clear the air
for near…
or far
staring into the great beyond
was almost as blinding
as the cure
accomplish me this
seek out
one goal
try not to want more.
it could kill you
this time…
it would spill
your insides out.
substantial doubt laid to rest
atop rose bud decorated breast
beckoning
reckoning with
your clarity
of self.

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One response to “my lips are sealed

  1. i understand this poem on a personal level.
    But its a fantastic illness.
    i dont want no cure.

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