(Inspired by Vogel Pharmacy)
Our darkest moments strike,
By bright florescent lights,
To seek malignancies relief,
While limping up and down the aisles.
Our veined, inflated eyes,
Leaks, spots, sprains, aches and trials,
Rude maladies as melodies,
Weep softly from the ceiling tiles,
And here we join tonight,
As walking wounds unite,
A death's door army march complete,
With banners, gauze-surrender-white.
At this most private time,
So raw, so sensitized,
Bleak, weakened vulnerabilities,
Our ailments treated with disease,
This illness: other's company,
That soothes the soul and heals the mind.
By bright florescent lights,
To seek malignancies relief,
While limping up and down the aisles.
Our veined, inflated eyes,
Leaks, spots, sprains, aches and trials,
Rude maladies as melodies,
Weep softly from the ceiling tiles,
And here we join tonight,
As walking wounds unite,
A death's door army march complete,
With banners, gauze-surrender-white.
At this most private time,
So raw, so sensitized,
Bleak, weakened vulnerabilities,
Our ailments treated with disease,
This illness: other's company,
That soothes the soul and heals the mind.
