Karma's Sickness

I throw up again

And I rest my cheek on cool porcelain

My head still hurts

And pills won't make it stop

As I ponder how to get better

I question not only my mortality

But my morality as well

The second I lie

And start scheming again

I'm thrown into this sickness

That barely lets me leave my bed

I can't bring myself to believe

That it's only a coincidence

I eat simple toast

And I can't keep it down 

For more than a few minutes

I have to sit in a dark room

Or my head starts pounding

I'm weak

And walking hurts

And it's called karma

For all that I've done

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i sure hope it is not Karma, Lexi :( i have Meniere's Syndrome caused by the loss of very small hairs in the inner ear canal ... symptoms are ringing in the ears, dizziness, nausea, vomiting and migraines ...so its easy for me to relate to your speaker's condition ... and many years ago, on one or two occasions, ;) I did get pretty drunk and then sick in such a manner .. not to make light of your poem's voice at all ... but i see the effects of anxiety as well ... my goodness .. it it were Karma none of us would ever get out of the bathroom ;) love and peace ... i feel this poem on a visceral level
E.

[Wesley Dingler]

You say here its karma but to me it sounds more like either a hangover, morning sickness or really bad anxiety sickness.
I have to hand it to you though Lexi your work hands me a facefull everytime i read one of your poems.
Youre raw and grungy. I like it and i feel its something edgy that may be lacking in modern art.
American art at least.

Keep up the great work and keep making me cringe...





Wes