Barefoot and clad
in singlet and shorts
On wet jagged rocks
water and rock fought
Pain in my body
Illness has spread
Head is swirling
Standing on the edge
‘Tis nearly time
Bird circles above
Lifting my thoughts
Peace screams the dove
Yes peace will soon
Come to smother
The pain the thoughts
The hurt the other….
Ghost words of the imaginings 
hurt
hut one
two
kick it out
oust it
exile
the pain
is like
a needle
my dear!
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