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.

Friday, February 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,trapped
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Stirk 13 February 2009

Lovely poem. Your ability is well beyond your years Steve

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