Christopher Goss Poet Free verse

Sickness

A sickness corrupts my heart
My lips burn from the sickness
My fingertips feel frozen
And everything I eat is tasteless

This sickness eats my confidence
And erodes my self-esteem
Every waking hour is torment
Born from mental toxicity

A sickness erodes my will to live
I just live from day to day
Feeling like the poison
Has killed my sense of purpose

This sickness is my own thoughts
Corrupted from years of belittlement
And the the slow but burning realization
That I just don't care anymore

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 17, 2023 at 11:03 AM Hello Christopher Gross, Hi! I sense that you are feeling low in your thoughts. In others words you are depressed. right!? Perhaps you can talk to a good friend. that would help. Well I am here if you want to talk. Take care. /Darlene\ I hopethis just a poem.