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.
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I used to bake banana bread
But now I have 2 kids One's been puking when she coughs The other's nose is running down his head © 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. You think we gave you away
But we didn't We fought so hard to Keep you in your rightful home Your family (that's us) © 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. Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail Electromagnetic failure Tingling, coursing into deep veins A throb so deep it dehydrates by sucking Ambitious adventure full of viscosity, No energy Lapping the pool of sick Feeling weary and barbed Dying alone No reaching out Hidden destiny of unknown origin I lay here Imagining It all © 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. Neat stacks build
Hand over fist To the tip of the bat Game now won © 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. |
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