I'm a Disease.

Oh, such mind, so anorexic; these thoughts I cannot consume.

My mouth, bulimic, i cannot stop these spewing words.

These sounds, asthmatic--so restrained beneath my breath.

Confined, pursued, misled, astray. . .just gone.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

This is quite interesting...I enjoyed it. I sometimes feel like I'm a disease, that no one has a cure for. That easily, I could infect the world with just a look or even if I open my mouth to talk to them.

[ambur]

I know that feeling all too well.

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That was deep:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[ambur]

Thank you. My poetry is me, in the moment.

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Welcome, Good that's the way it should be:)

[ambur]

Thank you! It's one I wanted to write for so many months, but i couldn't come up with just the right words.

[Christine Crowson]

i love this. such a descriptive picture you've painted with your words!

[ambur]

Thank you!

[ATG]

A very short, but interesting poem.

[Dove]

interesting

[nostal]

Strange.......

[Andrew White's Thoughts]

Why do you think the words are so determined to escape? Where will they go?