i feel sick
i don't know why
i just want to sit here
and cry and cry
i don't know what to do
i don't know what's wrong
all i want to do
is go where i belong
perhaps i belong at home
lying in bed
eating homemade soup
and a towel on my head
perhaps i belong in a hospital
ready to be examined
although i'd much rather be
relaxing on an island
i have little control of where i belong
little knowledge as well
but instead i'm sitting here
waiting for the bell
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!