Poor Body: a Miserable Confession Poem, by Travis Kasparov, at My poetic side

I am looking straight to the mirror

Seeing my handicapped legs

Seeing the uncanny miserable facts

I say to myself; complete terror and horror

I am happily coming and say hey

they’re leaving and say go away

With obvious anger in the chests

Despite i have tried my best

I am here; lying down on the floor

And thinking that i was trying too hard

And realizing that i was getting fart

I am here; looking to the door

I say this it; i knock the door forever

So i can feel much healtier and better.

Comments +

Rocky Lagou February 16th, 2022 10:45
Disabilities are definitely setbacks in life but their presence is also a reason to fight for happiness. Don't allow for your body and its form to sadden your days, for there is always light at the end of the tunnel! 🌟

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