Sickness consumes my sanity.
Thoughts of dying run through my head.
Soreness burns every inch of my throat.
A cough pushes its way through my lungs.
Pain surges frommy head down to my spine.
My tail bone throbs from a harsh past.
My eyes are sensitive to light
So I spend my time in the dark.
Heat forces me to move constantly.
No comfort no matter where i turn.
Numbness takes hold of my limbs,
And I am weak again.
i think is a good poem...but only the beginging of one..if you expanded the idea and talked a little more about cause...give us a little more view of who you are and it would be better... yeah
i dont like how you say Thoughts of dying run through my head. I just don't like that part because thats an awful way to feel. I really liked this poem it captured my attention which is what i look for in a poem. and yours certainly did. Its a great write all the feeling and emotion you put into it is great. Keep up the good wirtes. and have fun
Yeah i can definatly feel the frustration and sadness in this ...I wouldnt change a thing about it ...seems like a well written outpouring of someones pain ...Blessed Be
Submission Name: Sick
