Sickening Stage

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Sickening Stage

Sitting in the sun
Tapped each finger twice
Cooling of the cold
Plaguing me now thrice

Prone to severe illness
Lost to lowly germs
Doc is my best friend
Holding to me firm

Friends and family worry
Anxious as I go
Awkward smiles I receive
Upon returning home

Sound asleep at night
Dreaming of my death
Their fear makes me afraid
And steals away my breath

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

SecretAngel3’s Poems (41)

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