A Pickle Mind
Have you ever talked to the silence?
It's like sending a text, receiving no response
from the one you thought was your friend,
from the one you thought was your family.
Until one day they turned the other way altogether
Just because
-- They had a bad day/a bad life --
A pickle mind
-- a fickle pickle they had dined --
A pity, nonetheless, but a new day will
begin again followed by another, until
there is no more "again"
Until 'begin" becomes the end.
And the "end" become "again"
Written By:
Michael K. Englmann
April 24, 2022
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