At times there are things
You want to say
But the words won’t come
They are vacant far, far away.
How to bring them
To your lips
How to express feelings
Deep, deep in your stomach pit.
In your stomach
They seem to hide
Fermenting, fermenting sick
There they seem sit.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Been sick, hear me retch
Vacant vacuum been sick.
Time passes, sickness flows
Nausea sickens, this night is very old.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sick again hard to feel
Pleasant, happy and demure.
Want to lay down, sleep away
But I guess it’s here to stay.
Cope with it, find a way
Make this be a pleasant day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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