Sick Poems | Examples of Sick Poetry

chest cold in april weird time to get it fishing out my vicks...

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Walking on her way to class she developed poison ivy Chants of ‘Kill the Jews’ – crude and crass have now replaced in 'Crimson’s yahd’ * ...

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fifteen and fragile, I carry storms in my chest no one asks about....

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“Get Up.” I don’t remember hitting the floor. Just the sharp cut between feeling dizzy and suddenly being on the ground. My body felt far away, like I was watching myself from outside my own skin. My head was buzzing, my vision blurred at the edges. The first thing I heard wasn’t concern. It was my mother’s...

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There are nights I want to tell him. Nights I want to break down completely and admit that this doesn’t end the way he thinks it will. I imagine his face if I said it out loud. That I’m dying, that no medicine will undo it, that the slow fade has already begun. I imagine...

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He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head. He knows how my legs give out without warning, how my balance slips like a thread snapping,...

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The sickness is quiet, like the way winter creeps in. First with a chill, then with a silence so heavy it makes your ears ring. I carry it in my bones, in the soft tissue of my ribs, in the tiny thread between heartbeats that whispers: it’s not much longer...

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you are sick, and I know that that’s why I will never be mad at you I can understand and feel your pain perfectly your brain’s your biggest enemy always fighting against you and I could never blame you for that because you didn’t ask for be what you are you didn’t asked for being...

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She will never tell a soul that she will die. She tells everyone, even the people closest to her, that what they found will be curable, at least mostly. Her brother, her friends, her boyfriend, and her extended family will be stuck with the lies until she takes her last breath. After she is gone....

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There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who...

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Hey God… It’s late. I don’t really know how to start this. Not a prayer, not exactly. Just a voicemail… in case I don’t get to say anything else. I’ve kept it quiet. No one knows that I won’t be here long. Not my mom, not my best friend, not him. They still talk about summer like I’ll be there. Like I’ll be fine. And I smile. Because it’s easier. I’m not angry. I’m...

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Doctor blinks, breath caught, face goes still. “Oh,” he says, voice sharp, split. Hands tremble near charts, numbers all wrong. Room spins quiet, cold like a grave. Chest tightens, heartbeat thuds, loud, slow. How long have I lived this broken? Sick laughs die. Fear lives in bone....

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The vows were whispered in silence, no flowers, no veil, no ceremony, just a diagnosis sealed like a ring around my ribs. I was 15 when they handed me a lifetime. Not the kind you dream of. Not white lace or promises beneath church bells. This was different. This was marriage to something that does not love me back. I walked down no...

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You say you love me now But wait until I can't get sleep, cause my elbow is in pain And all I can do is sit and brave it out Wait until I need that quick drive to the hospital When I'm in pain I barely speak And my face turns into the despair I keep inward When all I care...

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Her parents, distant as ever, don’t notice. They’re caught up in their own lives, their own struggles, their own disconnection. They don’t ask about her health anymore; they don’t wonder if she’s okay. If she’s honest with herself, she doesn’t think they ever really did. They didn’t know how to love...

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