I'm stuck in a vicious cyclone of illness.
Glued to my bed with the feeling of death.
I can't make that train, the one everyone's on.
Everyday is a monotone voice of sudden sadness.
They keep telling me that I'm the hidden gem.
I'm buried treasure lost under the soggy seabed.
No one has found me yet, maybe it's a sweet lie.
I'm starting to believe that demon on my shoulder.
I'm waiting in line and people are pushing in.
Falling to the floor, I collapse with no guidance.
I'm bruised and broken, someone cover me up.
With the blanket that has always strangled me.
I'm on the deserted island of horrific isolation.
The ghost and shadows are belittling my soul.
Walls seem tighter these days, bones are crushed.
I can't breathe, I need air, someone..help...me.
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Everything seems darker these days...it's going all wrong.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
