i have spent
the last week
diving
through hell
both
figurative and literal
as this stomach virus
rages
and hell
becomes
all too real

it is quiet
so quiet
that the only sound
is that
of the endless cycle
of thoughts
roaring
in the empty skull
of once
upon a time

so the fool
writes on
spilling
verse after verse
into the aether
of sweet dalliances
spent
sullenly alone
wishing
that there was more
but fearing
there is only
less