Enslaved To Disease

A poem

Photo by Osman Rana on Unsplash

Scent of larkspur greets me
as I head windward, 
enslaved in my body
vermilion blossoms delight me, a mariner
on this stormy sea of pain

I am incandescent that I lived when death came
I execrate my fiendish body
on which hare brained surgery was performed
I miss my Dad’s fingers in the tendril of my hair
he is in the lattice of my thoughts