This is poetry or a prose poem trying to get at feelings with my moms sickness
I wish for rain or difference, just not this bewildering same. Breaking in the windows and strangling the silent I want change. No long looks that stay quiet but screams that set it all on end. Let there be fires and burn down the whole town and let loose with joy and woe. Give me cold that sickens and batters. Let us all feel frost and bite that devours the pleasant little words you speak at me. I want you to wriggle and snap gasping or gaping. Then all to pray as one for deliverance to congregate on these pains. Then in the end we can be friends nursing the same hurts unity becoming singular again
I wish for rain or difference, just not this bewildering same. Breaking in the windows and strangling the silent I want change. No long looks that stay quiet but screams that set it all on end. Let there be fires and burn down the whole town and let loose with joy and woe. Give me cold that sickens and batters. Let us all feel frost and bite that devours the pleasant little words you speak at me. I want you to wriggle and snap gasping or gaping. Then all to pray as one for deliverance to congregate on these pains. Then in the end we can be friends nursing the same hurts unity becoming singular again
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