363 11A Poem by Kain SmithA sick ramble as I fight off sinus trouble.
Why am I so often ill,
Yet so often praised for being Strong instead of sickly? It boggles my mind. No allergies uncommon Have been found, Yet a slight change in barometric pressure Utterly destroys my ability to breathe. Nothing is deemed wrong With the womb I wish I'd Never been cursed with- yet monthly the pain it gives Me borders on the unbearable. Nothing is wrong with me. I am strong, hale, healthy. Except I feel as though I'm One false move from falling apart. It is impossible for thorough science To have missed so much. So I suspect the problem Is merely with my perception.
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2017 Last Updated on January 13, 2017 Tags: daily writing, daily, challenge, writing challenge, year of writing AuthorKain SmithSCAboutMy name is Kain and I'm a 24 year old male writer a year out of college. My preferred genre is fantasy, though I write whatever takes me when the mood strikes. more..Writing
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