I can't eat custard,
When the world is crumbling.
It's like daring to breathe -
When someone is suffocating -
The thickness just snags in my throat -
Like the debris caught in the boats.
Hot or cold it makes no difference,
It does nothing to soothe this sickness.
Maybe I'm not meant to swallow it.
Just spoon it in and let it sit -
Feel the discomfort -
Forced to confront it -
Every day I lift up my portion,
For to stop would just be more poison.
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or at least to try and make sense of it.
Debut Poetry Collection - '12:37' - Available on Amazon
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