22
Twenty-two
A two and a two
Two little ducks
Ten years, times two, plus two
No matter how you say it
How your write it
How you breathe it
It still means the same.
To, to, to and fro,
Up and down
Around and around
I'm sea sick from the waves of grief
And no medicine can cure me
No balance can steady me
No arms will warm me
No light will guide me
22
Twenty-two
A two and a two
Two little ducks
Ten years, times two, plus two
2.2 decades
When you say it like that
It seems enough
But no.
That's just language
Trying to help
Begging to help
Pleading to help
Sweating to help
Building a facade to ease the pain
Two little ducks,
Severed.
Destroyed.
Anhialated.
One has been dragged to slaughter
The other pulls out its feathers.
Who knew a duck could get sea sick?
At twenty-two.
About the Creator
Sophia Merici
Opening the door to my mind and hoping to help people along the way.
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