Illness Poems - Poems about Illness

I had a moment to see Flashbacks Rewind, Rewind my memory I need these thoughts to breath Fireworks to help me feel Light my mind Keep me spinning on this timeline Moments ago, we touched hands and it touched my soul Only my heartbeats...Read the rest...

When I am up, every sky is a boundless, cloudless expanse of brilliantly blinding blue. When I am up, I am William the Conqueror and William Shakespeare and William Jennings Bryan all in one. When I am...Read the rest...

im playing cards with pandora and she’s bleeding her hand its so painfully obvious i see her grand plan, because calamities hit a set and she’s feeling alright but theres one card left im holding hope tonight and its hope which keeps me...Read the rest...

I cannot tell him that I still love him, That losing him breaks my heart in a thousand new ways each day. Because if I did, then he might try to come back to me. I cannot tell...Read the rest...

In the dimly lit corners of her existence, She lingered, a ghost in the midst of persistence. From the womb, she was marked, a black sheep born, Destined to wander, forsaken and torn. In childhood's tender grasp, she stood...Read the rest...

In shadows deep, she seeks her rest, Where pain's embrace feels like a test. Her heart, a fortress, cold and still, Where echoes of her anguish fill. The girl, once bright, now lost in night, In comfort found in endless...Read the rest...

In the halls of my mind I walk as I ponder, Over things that trouble me, big and small, Over things that tear me asunder; As though I was made for this toll. And I burn and melt and...Read the rest...

I will commit suicide I will commit suicide I can’t live Someone wants kill me I don’t need this life English psychology… English psychology… Destroyed my life Why? I don’t know Am I a human? Or an animal? Hmm. I am suffering. A lot, a lot of...Read the rest...

"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, "Soon you'll cease to be." The mirror's cold reflection, a Gorgon's ghastly...Read the rest...

When did you start hearing voices, when did they start making choices to determine your world and crack that first bottle or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle sending you racing downhill into the unescapable maze, driving deeper into...Read the rest...

Tears fill my eyes Sadness fills my lungs No one else can see The things I am running from Shadows start to move Voices start to yell It’s like a grand ole’ staircase To my own personal hell I shut myself off from...Read the rest...

They say a lifetime is a year But I've lived through may seasons Winters so harsh and lonely That I can not breath. Pursued by shards of ice at every turn - Ominous autumn with their East winds I've...Read the rest...

In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls, Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed...Read the rest...

In the mirror's cold embrace, a war of words ignite, One soul fractured, battling self, beneath the pale moonlight. The darkness snarls, a serpent's tongue, with venom in its hiss, "You're weak, pathetic, broken thing, a failure you...Read the rest...

Writing metaphors with psychedelic ink, but they are living things; taking me to hell in a basket...Read the rest...