My Disease...2/15/14
Stuck in my dreams, my head and my heart,
If only I'd known it'd blow my world apart.
This thing has taken over my body and soul,
It forever reminds me, I'm not in control.
I stumble and stutter, I sweat and I shake,
praying constantly, "Please let this be fake."
I've always been healthy and I think pretty smart,
so I'm not sure how I got this thing in my heart.
I'm tired of the fear, the anxiety and dread,
and I feel this sickness run from my chest to my head.
I ache and I hurt and I feel so sad,
I wish that this sickness didn't make me feel so bad.
I try and I try with all of my might
to conquer this sickness, to win this huge fight.
I hate this disease and how it makes me feel,
maybe someday, I'll know how to deal.
There has to be a cure, has to be a way,
I cannot keep reliving this day after day.
"Go away" I plead, stop this madness please,
and forever take away this horrible disease.
By: Jennifer Golden
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Dark Thoughts
PoesiaThese are all short poems I have wrote in the last couple of years. Dark thoughts from a truthful dark and maybe twisted scared mind.
