Sick

 

 

I dread the peace of sleep to find me
Because the sun soon will rise
And I will wake
Sick
With tears in my eyes
Why?
Because there’s a nagging within
An eating away of my tender pink skin
Amusing
You? Me?
Don’t you get me?
Feel me?
Make the fear and shame I feel fade
And the asking
Of distant voices
Are you okay?
And the know-it-alls
And the ones I've loved
And the one that used to love me
The crying eyes and hurried goodbyes
I swore would never come
The passing glance
The nervous sweat on my hands
For the person that gave me wings
The one that now judges me
Is it not supposed to hurt?
Should I be okay?
How I bared my soul 
And was left behind anyway
Tonight I will close my eyes
And the worries of today will increase times three
And I’ll be broken for a while
Take a pill to induce denial and go to work
Like I was never sick.

 

 

By Amanda M. Burns 

 

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