an untrimmed hedge
(I am)
don't make time
to read a single word
pay no mind
to a single sentence
I am a sickness
not worth eye movement
energy to process
which often
feels so relentless
I am temptation
which seeps and creaks
stretches and molests
like an untrimmed hedge
reflecting addiction that
festers and spreads
to cast its spell
leaks dopamine's release
to poison the well
shadows encompass
darkness surrounds
and blackness swells
ashes blanket the ground
detracting landscapes
forming vestige shells
suggestive of death
a remnants farewell
I am disease
Run.
don't walk away from me
I am depression
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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