SicknessA Poem by Sarah W. FrenchI was sick to day
Shaky as a new born doe
I shuffle and sniffle Shivers cover my body Pain covers my head My vision shifts My nails are chipped I cough up blood and guts © 2012 Sarah W. French |
StatsAuthorSarah W. FrenchPAAboutI won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..Writing
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