Poem by Doniell Cushman
Laying on my couch
I am so tired Battling a brain that was marred by chemotherapy Scarring away discomfort of this rheumatic arthritic body Attacking itself daily, and my Mind is weary from this convex Deep down in the mysteries of an unbridled anxiety only I can feel Or can you feel it too? Cutting through as though a dislodged plate was upheaved in this quake of trembling terror Despondent over it all Drinking it all in as you just go About your day Never understanding © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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