Sicken Poem by Marilyn White

Sicken



Sickness diseased
Never before have I been like this
Feelings came so fast I thought
I was going to die all the
Tears I never thought I would cry
Seem to find there to where
They needed to be but no one
Could see them because they colorless
I wish that they where these colors
Black blue purple red the color
Of disaster the feelings that
Always shows to bring me down
In the depths of where I never been
Each day they get stronger
The infection spreads throughout me
One day soon it will reach my heart
Like the rest of me that I never see
Cold and heartless but full of life
Burning deep inside me lives is something
Evil that is loved and dead

Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,purple
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Fegley 02 January 2007

This is some dark and morbid words...intense! ! ! ! !

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