Shingles Stories

Chemistry is a thiefMore than once it hastried to addle my brainNow it threatens my sightChemistry is a friendTrying to help in the warThe fight to regain my stepsNot sure for how long or how briefChemistry is a curseWill I recover and stillSee colors, hues, and lightFor now, I feel only griefChemistry to battle is my planA familiar fight butnow involving my sightTime the only measureChemistry I prayis my only course fora...

Shingles scattered, Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. All the unknown faces now disappear,  All the grimaces take on their suitable alternatives. Rain drops are not remembered,  Winds suspended at the long-lost horizon. Nothing moves as ever before,  Nothing begets out of nothing. Shingles scattered,  Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. Lear's regrets for Cordelia are password-protected.