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Dec 2016
I feel as if I could diagnose myself with something


A disease of sorts
A mindset
Something I've allowed myself to journey into...

This world of no purpose
No joy
****** surrendering
A loss of innocence

Becoming an adult perhaps

I am unsure

I feel a heaviness in my heart

What am I?

Could it be?

How can I be so morbid?

Why don't my eyes light up anymore?

What am I?

I'm afraid to say it

Perhaps I'm being dramatic
Getting ahead of myself

Help me.
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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