Poems about Health
I envy the sun: It has no problems of its own. It is detached
So Kelsey began to think of solitude Solitude, the quiet girl who looked lost With her pale skin and washed out eyes
He tells me that I can’t, That I’m not Quite good enough. That I was never taught; But he doesn’t teach.
I witnessed the sun Shone upon dying leaves and mistook them flowers. (Reminded me: Story's not over)
Wouldn't you know Just how low I look at myself Not so good health So many different battles
Don’t ask me why, I sit here and cry. Do not question me when I laugh at a joke, Or why I said the word I spoke.
Feeling so cloudy, Too cloudy to bear, Abandon the room, So afraid of their care,
The harp sings for me tonight, The witch plays its gentle melody no more for I believe they have felt their pain, Revenge not fully satis
I came into this world formless Surrounded by petrified consciousness Invisible signals surveyed the terrain
Everyone thought we were crazy, dangerous, and strange The joke is on them