Poems about Health
Through My Eyes, if you could let me show you around the gates of hell but I'll warn you that
Mister tinker, master of hammers and pins, can you tell me how to fix a man? Show me how to open
I enter your class, say “morning”, you stare. You never respond. It seems like you don’t even care.
Sit, sit, sit. All we do is sit. Is there any exercise? There is none of it. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
I used to be strong. I never fell down. I tumbled So close
I heard this myth called perfection She says she’s real but I know that she cannot be
I can feel my heart beating Everytime I'm near you I can feel it pulsing Everytime I see you
These scars that now heal Are the pain I no longer feel I never said "I loved you" but I always felt it inside.
I can feel my heart aching I can feel it tearing So I'll open my eyes To see you standing before me
Quite done, I should think When we struggle to blink, to keep our eyes open long enough to pass the class,