This pain hurts more than a headache
Some days i can’t even meditate
I hear myself cough when i breathe
Sometimes that’s hard for me to believe
Coughing up blood when i vomit
Disgusted by the look of a severed part
I hear babies anywhere they play
Maybe because of thor mothers going away
Chest keeps hurting the medicine ain’t working
My own nightmare is just staring smirking
It’s screaming out “i’ll see you in hell”
Now i got it trapped in a cell
All hail to the king in a nutshell
Sickening to those curse by a bad spell
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy. I also appreciate tips, and would like my stories should be noticed.
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Comments (3)
This piece of work is kind of nerve wracking in my eyes so much is happening.
Intriging!!!❤️💕
I love how you went from describing the pain as like a headache and then connecting that to meditation, I think that’s just pure genius. ‘Nightmare staring and smirking’ oh my gosh. I wasn’t ready for this poem to be this strong. It went under my skin and it won’t come from under it.