Fevered Mind

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

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How can we speak?

If to speak is to entice,

Hatred in one another,

Painfully amassed.

We torture eachother,

Unwillingly so,

Until we wallow in hatred,

Observing one-another’s throes.

These things that lie between us,

We cannot address,

Without causing each-other,

Insurmountable duress.

I love you so dearly,

And yet am hated in kind,

For that which you love me,

Bypassing in line.

Forgive me my darling,

For causing you pain,

But please know in turn,

My mind is not lame.

I see that which happens,

Between us in turns,

I am not ignorant, blind, nor unlearnt,

I am not unfeeling, drunk, nor inert.

We both struggle inwards,

With feelings of loss,

We both are alone,

When our minds do accost.

Please love me my darling,

My means aren’t to offend,

Forgive me my darling,

And let us make amends.