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I sit here on the floor
shut tightly is my door
I feel alone
then I hear the phone
my heart races for a friend's voice
my mind says go, but my body says no
the sickness spreads
I have never had to take so many meds
I long for the clarity
of a person of familiarity
my room is dreary and I grow weary
scared, alone and weak
I know what I seek
the clarity of familiarity
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Crystal Ferris writes "I'm 15 years old and I live in Australia. One
day when I was really terribly sick I wrote this poem, and so I
thought I would share it, it's short but I like it." |
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