A Poem by Lynn Higgs

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Thursday, April 03, 2008

Current mood: awake
Category: Life

The sickness

When the stomach

wants to give up

the crud that was left

it sticks ro the bones

never letting it self out

what they left behind

seeping through the body

into the mind

where the thoughts are stored

that keeps the terror

of the memories

memories that travel down the neck

to the inner core of your being

All you want to do

is projectile it out

of your body

but it continue it’s decaying process

corrupting your spirit

only if i could just puke it out

maybe the nausea will subside

doubtful that will happen

but always hopeful to find a way

to get rid of the mark

that was left on the spirit

hiding in the corners of my soul

it never goes away

forever being hidden deep with in

only making itself known

when brought to the forefront

of my brain

my own body

becoming my torturer

to the spirit

that tries to free

itself from the scum

that threaten to inhibit

or kill what hope was left

No wonder my stomach lurches

as the thoughts

of the event plays out again

but it will

stop in a little bit

My mind will be able

to pretend it is stronger now

no longer leaving it have an effect on the soul

Lynn Higg
Weary111soul Weary111soul
46-50, F
May 15, 2012