Disease spreads, friends suffer, wounds fester,
The leaves fall, the cold bites, the people dazed,
Lulled by melodies, charmed by colors, felled by feeling.
I lie alone,
Under a wooden roof,
On a wooden floor,
Surrounded by wooden walls,
Under the ground.
King of my coffin.
Unfeeling.
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Written in October 2011.
Minutes before a paper summary deadline swooshed by.
King of my coffin, the King's tomb -- I shouldn't be thinking of Mummies, but I am.
"Felled by Feeling". I like that.
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