Mpheng Magome


Sick - Poem by Mpheng Magome

It will pass,
I'll be fine.
I just have to wait:

He doesn't want me.
It is excruciating.
It will pass,
I'll be fine;

He's beautiful when he smiles;
It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.

He feels amazing,
And he's beautiful when he smiles;
It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.

I'm stuck
(He's beautiful) .
I can't move
(He feels amazing) .
He doesn't want me;

It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.

He's beneath the skin,
Like a stab wound
(Or a broken heart) .

Excruciating

He's in my mind,
Like a tumour
(Or Suicide) .

Excruciating

I'm trying
And I'm failing
(Like a Loser)

Excruciating

Too much?
Too little?
(Not Enough) .

Excruciating

It will Pass,
I'll be Fine
(I think) .

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Comments about Sick by Mpheng Magome

  • Kay Vitter (12/12/2008 4:39:00 PM)

    Your repetitiveness works well for obsessive grief. And your line lines, “He's beneath the skin, Like a stab wound (Or a broken heart) ” were especially enjoyable to find. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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