Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Some would say,

She was always that way,

But I knew better,

I knew her when she was gay,

We sat together,

Day after day,

Come what will,

Come what may,

When the sun shone,

We would laugh and play,

And when the night rolled in,

Together we would lay,

But now she hides her face away,

Away from sunlight,

Away from day,

And when I get home at night,

I find her there, where she’s lain,

And so, I go about my day,

As she slowly wastes away,

A little more,

Day after day.