Victoria Dyer


Sickness - Poem by Victoria Dyer

It's coming slowly,
running through my veins,
crawling up my throat,
crying for it to stop.

It's sickness that kills,
just standing is hard enough,
I think if I fall asleep I would,
never awake to see my life,

One more breath and I
think I'll be done,
Slowly closing my eyes,
I fall into a deep sleep,

The light rises in my closed eyes,
am I dead?
I see that i am in my room
it was a dream or was it?


Comments about Sickness by Victoria Dyer

  • (1/15/2007 2:44:00 PM)

    Cool poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (1/15/2007 1:14:00 PM)

    this is neat! I like this one =] (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010


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