Pour me some antidote to cure my disease
I will drink and swallow it down and then I will normal again
For you own sake I will drink it all in a cup with the ease
I will hold in my broken heart this agonising pain
Day after day, without my confidence in my life’s hero
This is certainly confusing for me because I am falling
My walls are closing in on the muddy ground zero
But I will keep the faith, your bloody name keeps on calling
Touching my heart with your name as I hear your voice
Calling you by name and my heart is still breaking
I didn’t sign up for this pain because it wasn’t my choice
I don’t get sweet dreams whilst my broken core is leaking
I wish to just die but you have control over my dreams
My own destiny is so important and the darkest of times
I am stunned how much by this shocking team
I am now watching this clock ticking and then it chimes
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4wheels (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Here the illness is in question as to whether it is physical of emotional due to loss and grief. Nicely done
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