Side effects?

Side effects?

A Poem by Wraith.

Doctor Doctor
Why do you prescribe 
these sugar bags
Pseudo lies
Wound my guts into knots
Felt so sick and my head is pregnant with 
bad thoughts that haven't subsided,
I did my spring cleaning in winter 
Filed the worst, tried to sweep it all out my ears
But it crawled back in when I fell asleep
A fresh day and a new hell 

© 2015 Wraith.


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

60 Views
Added on September 10, 2015
Last Updated on September 10, 2015

Author

Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



About
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..

Writing
Dissociate Dissociate

A Poem by Wraith.


Notorious Notorious

A Poem by Wraith.