Sick.
My body, my heart.
Endlessly seething, my hearts rhythm clicks.
Continuously repeating.
Breath.
Though my lungs ache.
Every breath feels like my chest is caving in.
How much more can my body take?
Healthy.
My mind, my body, both are deteriorating.
I'm sick, in my mind,
I'm unwell in my body.
My heart beats but it's only pumping toxic blood through my veins.
My brain thinks but it's only dark thoughts that haunt my dreams.
Together I am whole.
I am unwell.
In mind body and soul.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
