NaPoWriMo 2022 Cento

 Does it hurt? 

In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor.

Atrophy has taken the bloom 

Hold her close until it hurts

Realize the body is not yours.

I am found dead as dead can be.

Upon a recent visit to the house where once I resided

I was startled!

I saw sadness

I did not bring comfort

I was afraid of causing pain

exhausted final breaths change tones

Pain pierces my heart with love

I leave hurt by love

I have no interest in apathy

The pangs came in waves

Coaxes me into the realm of Idiocracy

The reason the blood loss

Slightly redder than sweet tea

A reason of resolution

The pink sky now dark denim, I click on my headlight

Life is too short

Focus on Clock

It’s been a minute

The masks have been lowered

Hard work and lots of luck

Each summer the echoes of the previous are brought to life.