What measure of suffer
Do your split lips stutter
In cycles battering
You barely mutter
Flowing now like melting butter

These words sing true
As they so oft do
Surprise to find
They come from you
In your patience it seeded and grew

Golden silk pulled from sorrows stoma
A glint of hope wakes from coma
Seen through wretched eye glaucoma
Truth rattles free as breaking pneumonia

Pitiful you bend and wheeze
As coughing fit take you to knee
The sting
The burn
You're in recovery

You look a jigsaw of battles lost
But you survived bitter frost
All that's left is rest in exhaust
You've paid the balance
Now sit with cost


© Artemis' Arrow