Zombie state of mind
Outside myself I find
Wondering what it means
Jesters, Kings, & Queens

Guilt mistaken for pain
Wounded — must be slain
It’s a reason to explore
A lifetime, maybe more

Lost in this maze
Been here for days
A fog that cannot lift
The ill-intent of a gift

Mountain of a whim
Chances are slim
Perverse and sincere
A reflection must leer

Breath in my chest
No longer the best
I wait for the end
And a garden to tend.

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 07-14-20

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