The Sickness Poem by LOST PRINCESS

The Sickness



They come to me
With their sickness
They come to me
With their wishes

They want my help
That i dont know how to give
Like i have all the answers
Of what life they have to live

They run to me with their sickness
They run to me with their cries
They want love that i cant give out
While i hide in the corner and pout

I cant help them with their troubles
I am trapped inside
This invincible bubble
With the rules i must abide

So i give them one thing
The only thing i can give
A smile that brightens their world
And gives them the reason to live

With or without The Sickness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Stirk 13 February 2009

Lovely poem. Your ability is well beyond your years Steve

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