Poems about Health
A Man who's come from Ill life experiences. Not many friends anymore. All gone from the ghetto ignorance.
Unluckiest number, unluckiest year. A child, a child overwhelmed with fear Of the constant negativity
I come upon a house A dull, brown house No life, no vibrancy Except a flickering light in the living room
No heart. No pulse. No distinction between true and false. A sore hand. A sore wrist.
I guess I've lost it all, Every last bit. I've damaged my brain And every night is a fit
And in that instant Her future and her knowledge Was lost in her death.
Dark as blue Poison seeping Can you see them? Always weeping
Razorblades ring, Calling me home. I feel the blood sting, Begging to run. I want to escape,
Lao Tzu said, "If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious,
(poems gI feel my pulse racing through my body. The rush is almost unbearable. I use my fast pace to reach my target.