She’s waiting patiently
for this all to end.
The sickness has caught on,
and there’s no medicine.
The dark thoughts
begin closing in.
No matter where you look,
there’s no happy end.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
She’s waiting patiently
for this all to end.
The sickness has caught on,
and there’s no medicine.
The dark thoughts
begin closing in.
No matter where you look,
there’s no happy end.
This poem isn’t about being ill.
