S.I.C.K. (Stomach Is Constantly In Knots) Poem by Michael Fischer
S.I.C.K. (Stomach Is Constantly In Knots)
Here I come
Extend your ridicule
Expose me
To the group
And get your money's worth
On my knees
The spotlight exploits me
My head sinks
Inside my hands
While tears fill the cracks
And as I sit here shipwrecked
I drown in emotions
In waves of crimson rage
and ebon misery
But waiting long to be saved
I swim from no man's land
Drifting far from the shore
And out of your net's reach
The riptide
Of non-conformity
Swaying me
Back And forth
Has made me sick of you
Don't save me
Save yourselves
the title is SICK, which is good in young person speak, or some I am told. The poem expresses our deepest despair in being ridiuculed by our peers. Cowards aways attack when their victim is at their lowest ebb....I have seen it happen many a time, friends, relatives, strangers, it is human nature at it's worst....a product of this Media based 21st Century, kill or be killed. I have had to be a very strong woman in the past 6 years since becomming a widow with three young children. I am a warrior now, partially always was, but now, I got my scars to prove my strength and would stand against anyone who hurt me and mine. Great write. Smiling at you, Tai
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4/25/2024 3:18:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The title I can relate to. The content I can relate to. Standing out from the crowd as ever M... yah boo to anybody who might ever put you down! t x