August Sky

Rookie (Akron, Ohio)

Illness - Poem by August Sky

I feel like I'm nowhere
Yet I know I am here
With just a phrase from my brain
Paper, pencil, and a sense of pain

Feel what I feel
Somebody tell what is the fake from the real
Just hold these hands that ache
So I know the discontent is a mistake

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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