Here’s a new poem that I just wrote that I’m probably going to include in the next anthology. Hope you guys enjoy it.
I rouse feeling feeble Stale and vulnerable Narcoleptic visions Mangled and miserable Decrepit and sickly My flesh rots and festers Excrement and decay Still prolong and pester My soul feels diseased All I can muster is disgust With boils and malignancies My mettle will rust My animus is faltering For what hope is there to seek? Is it right to be strong? Is it wrong to be weak? ~Christopher Ferguson
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