The Best Medicine: Poetry



A Broken Heart knows
only its own Pain,
which it will see echoed
back in a carnival mirror
from all five senses

Skewered thoughts
skip along the banks overflowing
with Anger and Grief,
dipping toes in the waters
of Agony before running to
external distraction to soothe

And perhaps the best medicine
for such a state 
is not Time but Art

For no other medium
channels Pain in such
spectacular fashion. 


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