And so it was written I’d be deficient…

Little boy in a hospital
Bandages on his face
When they let him out
Old ladies said “tsk tsk”
The moon was alright
Indifferent and far
Now you can’t live this way—
Pressing your face
Into plants of anguish
Like a lonely alchemist
The leaden life and the gold
Seeking better flowers
Afraid of the light
Chanting such swift
Meaningless words

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto