Sickness

All I wanted

Was to feel the sickness.

 

It engulfed me.

Embraced me

.

I was lost in it.

It was heaven in a different sense.

 

I couldn’t escape it.

Nor did I want to.

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

Simple poem, straightforward, good. The premise could be expanded upon (quite a bit), but poetry (in general) has the luxury of being the ultimate personification of the writer's imagination and feelings, without the rigidity of general prose rules. Still good, though.

Lol@Lost Man Found. I bet you're just the coolest thing since sliced bread. A bat? Pssh, if you've got to throw your testosterone around, grow up and use your fists, pansy. (Sorry for taking up your space with that, Truly Dead Silver-lady-person)

[A Lost Man Found]

i feel the meaning in this one. sometimes, you don't want to not be pissed off. sometimes, you want that darkness to cover you and you want to break everything you can. had that temptation this morning. took four of my friends to make me put the bat back in the trunk of my car and not f*** up the world of this little prick who was bullying a girl because she was overweight. its okay. i am gonna get him after school. ;)