Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#411 My Disease - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

It has a name, it's quite well known,
But it's not one I've embraced.
Just like a word chiseled in stone
It can never be erased.

It haunts my thoughts, it irks my mind,
I run but I can't break free.
I look and search but all I find
Is depression and pity.

It never nods, it doesn't sleep,
It cannot be sold or paid.
It cuts just a little too deep
For the pain to ever fade.

I know others have it far worse,
I shouldn't fret or complain
But to me this is a sore curse
Which will forever remain.

I feel worn like a flag at sea
Shredded and hanging with shame.
My disease has defeated me
But I will not say it's name.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, pain

Comments about #411 My Disease by Jimmie Arrington

  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (6/29/2016 3:17:00 AM)

    Is depression and pity! Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 29, 2016

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