sick

sick

A Poem by S.E. Conway

so sick of this torment

this blowing, sniffling hell

 

all these tissues driving me mad

all these pills and teas and healing tonics

 

how was i to know

that those germy little kinds

would one day be the end of me

 

this hell of sickness

this void of wellness

will surly be death to me

 

i hate being sick,

don't you?

© 2008 S.E. Conway


Author's Note

S.E. Conway
just a fun little thing..

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yes most of us do. if we learn from it we can at least say that much. disorder, disease, illness, whatever you want to call it is a struggle. time will heal the wounds.

Posted 16 Years Ago


this is definatly a random a*s poem...

Posted 16 Years Ago


haha true

Posted 16 Years Ago


being sick is never any fun but it reminds us that we are still alive.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Yes I do!
I had to go into the hospital Sun for mine... Couldn't get better :(
Slowly on the road to recovery, but my head feels like it's in a vise and someone squeezing the ____ out of it
I hope you get better soon!

love & light

Posted 16 Years Ago



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S.E. Conway
S.E. Conway

roswell, GA



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My name is samantha conway. i have recently graduated from highschool, and i am 18 years old. i have been though alot for my number of years. i have an old mind, a kind heart, and a nack for wrighting.. more..

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