How To I Rid? Poem by Jared Bradford

How To I Rid?



So sick of feelings unexplained
So sick of feelings untreated
So done with the fact that I have to be done
So gone, but yet I cannot run
So done with writing that sappy love poem
So done, now start up with feeling alone
So done with making poems all about you
So ill, but the thrill of the thought of us two:
Still so stick in my head
So how do I rid?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success