sickness...

this is the poem soon-to-be published in Erin L Georges anthology book!

sickness...

 

 

I sit here,

waiting.

The time passes,

like the sun and moon do.

You walk into the room,

only to slap me again.

"My throat", i begin to say,

"It hurts. It's fire.",

I look up only to see him slap water into my face.

He laughs and walks.

Slamming the door,

back into my darkness.

I cringe at the thought of him coming back.

My sickness is my throat,

oh....now my stomach,

Now everything.

I try to get out,

but he has  me locked.

I try to cry,

but have no more tears left.

I used them all on him.

He never cared,

He only cared to beat me,

At his own sick game.

He walks in the room,

and once again my stomach turns and twist,

and the migrane in the top of my head,

does the same.

I begin to think,

as the blood drips down my nose,

"The sickness was never in me,

It was always you."

Author's Note

hope you enjoy it!!!! and remember i dont care if you did or didnt just tell me the truth!!!!!!!!! And noo, this isn't a true story i wrote it for an abuse contest, and i was stuck at home with strep.

Reviews

[deeps]

my goodness i don't know if this is real but I am so sorry if it is.
Powerful write.

[*~Kristy~*]

if it were true, it'd be all the more powerful. But STILL. it is very very powerful. I really liked it!