Poetry By Me

I Think it Has Passed?

Academic validation

The piling depression medication

Shaky hands

And cancelling plans

And losing friends.

But it's not that bad.

My mind wondering

My feet fumbling

And my words tumbling

My stomach rumbling

But It could be worse.

The scars began to show

Why can't I say no?

My mouth always closed
And wearing all the same clothes.

But I'm okay.

The medication at play

Now I talk too much

I can't listen

Lost in my thoughts

Thinking the battle was fought

But I think maybe not.

I wrote this rhyme

In a very little time

Now It might have passed

But I thought that last

I don't remember

How it feels

To be completely real.

L.O.M