This Poem was based off when I was sent to hopsital after a car crash, when I was younger.
I look around the refined white ward
Death waits in the deep set black shadows
Coughs and splutters
Followed by screams and mutters
I can’t concentrate on getting better
As the warm orange sunset fades from the room
Wishes to exist die out
I feel incarcerated to the man-made bed
My eyes weep forgotten tears as I realise I am alone
Somewhere on the surface of my mind
A eccentric throbbing pain eats my head
Why do I feel like I am in prison, when I am being healed?
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The Abuse Poems
PoesíaA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade
