Poems About Illness by New Members
#illness
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
Acid Rain
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Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
#dark
#erotic
#illness #rain
#illness #rain
65 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
Acid Rain
-
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
#dark
#erotic
#illness #rain
#illness #rain
65 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
Acid Rain
-
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
#dark
#erotic
#illness #rain
#illness #rain
65 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
18th Dec 2024 6:17pm
Acid Rain
-
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
Those that fear me
Know not what they see
I do not skim away the flesh or hair
No, not right away.
I work slow
Getting in your skin
Ravaging your follicles
It's only a matter of time
Before I consume whats in view.
I do not pit your metal
The steel or fiberglass
The things you surround yourself with
Stripping the paint
Only a layer at a time
In the slow haul
The longevity of my pour
The downward winds
Gravity bringing me to your...
#dark
#erotic
#illness #rain
#illness #rain
65 reads
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
76 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
76 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
76 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
76 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
76 reads
2 Comments
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