A Collection of Poems

045: Sick

Obviously, I used repetition to get what I wanted. In this poem, I tried to write about being hurt in many ways, and being healed for the sake of being hurt and experiencing how it is done and how it affects us in different aspects - emotionally, mentally, physically, and many more. I like it, but it does seem like I've done this when I was bored. Just saying.

XLV

SICK

Breathe at my whisper

But answer no more

Call from a distance

But see me no more

Look for my shelter

But build it no more

Heal my abrasion

But treat me no more

Send me a letter

But expect no more

Write me a story

But tell it no more

Bring me a jacket

But wear it no more

Heal my protrusion

But gauze it no more

Go to the grasslands

But gaze there no more

Stare at the oceans

But cry there no more

Walk through the forests

But search there no more

Heal my concussion

But compress me no more

Go through the pages

But reminisce no more

Find for the footnotes

But read them no more

Think of the memories

But remember no more

Heal my inflammation

But touch me no more