Saturday, April 16, 2011

Disease






I wrote my thoughts
On some paper towels
Inside room J of ward 44
At the back, you can see traces of my writing
But you won't be able to comprehend.
Just look up J,
Look up 44,
Maybe even L and if you want A.
Look up 43, 42, or 41
Maybe you won't be able to understand.
And I hope you never will
Because this sickness deadens the spirit
The same way it destroys the body.
And I hope you never will understand.

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