Nicola-Isobel H · Jan 29, 2011
A Plague Of Thoughts

Nothing's quite clear,
The room spinning out of control,
Too much blood to the head,
So much to think about,
Everything is on my mind,
All at once,
His silence is too loud,
The ambulance, the hospital,
Death and illness,
Does he hate me?

Few of many thoughts,
That plague my mind,
When I should be sleeping,
But even in my dreams,
The find me somehow

©Nicola-Isobel H.       29.01.2011
 
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