Words Too Bold To Hear

A poem written with the assistance of Pi

Credit Microsoft’s Image Creator

Beneath the shadow of illness,
A weighty burden bears down,
A sense of guilt, of fault,
Of some transgression yet unknown.
Comfort, pleasure, safety,
All seem to slip out of reach,
And joy is drained away,
Leaving only emptiness in its wake.
The truth is spoken, bold and clear,
But still the ears refuse to hear,
For the weight of guilt is too great,
And the mind can’t bear to face the truth.
And so, a different kind of death,
A slow and subtle shading,
As the spark of life grows dim,
And hope seems ever-fading.

This is the secret life of dull objects.