Sick

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Sick

Lighting strikes out like a cold slap to the face
screams and terrors scare me
twisting and turning in sheets
nightmares come faster, hardr twisting inside me
tearing at my thoat with screams
it becomes harder to sleep
I lay awake at night pretending to sleep
fighting demons and losing
soon when dawn comes
battles won, lose, forgotten, mistaking and bloodly
everynight I fight hoping, praying that soon it will be done with

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scrye commented on Sick

08-11-2009

another great poem with really good use of imagery. plenty of depth and substance. Short and sweet. a nice read.

dangedmanjr commented on Sick

03-12-2009

nice visuals...

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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