how to describe the way i feel without calling it sick?
for i am not sick
yet
the way i feel is not right
my hands are clammy, drenched in sweat
my eyesight blurry and my head aching
my lungs are sore from inhaling
silver clouds again and again
let me out of this prison
that is my body
into the sky to float
aimless and drifting
until my soul perhaps finds a place
that is not as contricting
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
