poetry and Short Stories by S.N. MORRIS

Unknown...

"Struggle is not for the weak, 

My heart and body ache for a rest, 

Maybe, 

Long sleep? 

I... Myself am enfulfed by mind and sickness... 

I myself am so timid and frightened of the darkness and unknown of this once beautiful world. 

I... Take my life in own hands, 

Tremors radiate thru this weak vessel, 

I... Am weak... 

Wounded...

Pained...,  

Overall, 

I..... Am

A side effect of a curse that never let's go of blood and kin I hold dear to me. 

I... Am afraid, 

That, 

I'll run out of time, 

Words, 

Life? "

Original by Siddy Nicole (Feb 17, 2025 @ 10:25)