Sick Part 2
Play your clever, cool chord
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve drowned in dread
AVOID ME NOT – I’m well…
Getting’ outta my shell
Acting mature best I can
I am in sinking sand…I just need a helping hand
I am scorching aflame like a burnt pan
Things and friends get outta hand…where will my life land?
Give me a fan….I need an AC up in here
I am in fear as I shed one last tear
Sorrow is the shades of green and blue
The moment I met you without a single clue
Then did I notice…
That I was SICK… I coughed on you constantly…
You need no hug or kiss
Just silence, patience, healing and generosity…
You will be missed…miss…
I’m just sick with dem luv flu…
Silly me…if only you knew
That poetry was my outlet and my way out of depression
It was a way out of my ugly, OCD obsession…
I keep labeling myself for no reason
Maybe it’s just part of the flu season…
Give me a reason
To overcome…
The waves of emotion
Like an ocean that collides into me…
I can’t stand the commotion…
Please just cut it out like a rotting tree branch…
Spiraling rapidly into oblivion
Can’t everyone not feel rejection…
Why do I even feel…
I don’t want to feel anymore…
Score to the one I’ve been looking for…
There’s no one in the world who would like me…
Please, please…
Storm into the room of my doom
Stop being a tease
I pray, oh God, get me outta this room
Inhaling and exhaling anxiety and depression
Everywhere I go, I can’t hold on to anything so great…
You are the best thing life can ever give me…
You gave me direction towards Christ’s resurrection…
God’s Kingdom Come…let me enter into God’s gracious gate…
Let me be, deafening silence…
The weather didn’t make me at all better…
Let me roar to the core…you loved me to the maximum when all there was was a minimum to your hate…
God’s Kingdom come… I am feeling numb…
Numb and dumb…covered in corruption’s cum…
Snap out of it…I am in the trance of Satan’s realm
I’m sick…leave me alone with me, myself and I tonight…
Tonight, I fight this fight with might…alright…
Crawl into my bed tonight, love of my life…
Reduced to naught, but my unstoppable strife…
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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