I’m baaaaack–with more depressing poetry, I’m sad to say. Things haven’t really been up around me lately–or at least I always feel like writing when they aren’t rather than when they are… Anyways, at least maybe I can reach out to some people feeling the same around me. This poem is actually about me being sick than anything else.
I Feel Fine
I feel fine
Or at least
I think so
My body feels
All funny
Like it’s all fallen asleep
Though I’m wide awake
Or am for now
Anyways
I feel fine
I’m moving
I’m breathing
No matter how my body
Likes to spring
Random pains
On every limb
I need to use
Right then
I feel fine
Well, that’s what I’m
Telling you
Because there’s no reason
To mention
How much my body hurts
And how much
It’s affecting
My heart