* the festering *
Lightning strikes unusual
Not letting go standard
Holding too long onto what is dead
Till rots and festers in your soul
Sets a toxic septic poison
Destroying happiness from the inside
Is not until fevered days and sickness paralysing
Has worked its damage to all of you
That find yourself free again
To live and love and believe
In usefulness of relationships
In the good inside others
Till then the madness and sadness settles
And all of life is grim.
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