Poetry

Sickness Begone

Sickness begone! Cast away thy shackles
Remove my heart from thy clammy grasp
Take thine aches and send them on
Withdraw thy taint, thy bitter taste,
The blunted needle from my temple.
Away, with thy strange, sweet stench
For here no longer is thy place.
18/08/2022

Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
Cotswolds, UK