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Dec 2014
Rocking has become a big part of my life now

If I sit still for two long my joints with lock up, and I will become brittle like the death that I am

But If I stay fluid and in motion
My stress will keep me awake

Im having a harder and harder time telling whats really happening to me and whats not
Sometimes at 4 in the morning, Ill drive through parts of town very fast

Because when it's so dark, and so quiet, and no one knows your gone
You have to run
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
(between no where and now)   
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   Khaliyah Keedah
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