‘Daily’ Poem # 10 – Petals

These wires

 These lights

They’re liars

Half lost fights

O pillow your comfort

The warmth is a pull

From my minds report

It is the errand of a fool

To rely upon beeps

Numbers and tallies

The guesses that the doctor keeps

Do not trust that plastic and metal

That these things will heal

Instead grip each petal

As you roll through life’s wheel

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