Description: Very short......I wanted to post something in a limited amount of time, so i chose this. It's not too old, and I like it, I guess..........It could be longer, but.......Whatever.....Read away.
I can feel it inside
The sickness unfolds,
It consumes me again and again.
Twisting, turning, writhing, worming...
Oh it invades,
Mixes throughout my veins till my will is lost.
It seems I have forsaken my own body..........
Alright, I think it a pertinent to depression, maybe. At least that is what I got out of it... being betrayed by yourself, kinda make me think of the snowball effect that depression can have and how it is a cyclical thing because a person can't get undepressed, even though they know they are depressed. The poem is OK, i think
As artists, creators and humans we have all been there...writhing...fighting ourselves. Like Al said, there is the point you are there and the point at which you decide to stay there or see how the writhing is like that of a young child raring to go but is limited to direction by confinement. Allow yourself to be free and the writhing will turn to flying! Love, Peace, Joy!
i love it...the flow...just amazing... i think i'm going to put it on mi favorites list...I love depressed poems...it shows people that there are more than just a few people in the world that don't have perfect lives...