I’m Sorry Too

– Keep your condolences;
– Just give me a moment.
I’m tiptoeing over glass;
For the fire did not last.

Oh how I miss living Life.
I’m leaving strife behind.
– In a beach of quicksand;
I have died to understand:

– Its Placebo and Nocebo.
“Don’t wait” – I was told.
But, the water is so cold;
And, the air cannot hold.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton