Illness MAG

January 28, 2014

It feels like gray clay behind my eyes
and sea salt stinging my neck
dry milk in the cabinets
making me stir crazy
and I wish there weren't white flies
swarming in my temples
I keep breathing in for colors
and breathing out in hope of hues
and suffocating on flashes of
gray, gray, gray
clay behind my eyes
and underneath my pores
it's soft but it
drowns me.



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on Mar. 21 2014 at 7:30 pm
swallowedbystreetlights PLATINUM, Arlington, Virginia
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I wrote the poem about mental illness and the frustration and sense of helplessness that can sometimes come with it. Specifically, I was inspired by my grandfather's struggle with Alzheimers. Hope this helped clear things up!

on Mar. 21 2014 at 6:31 pm
swallowedbystreetlights PLATINUM, Arlington, Virginia
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Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! Your comment means a lot to me

on Mar. 21 2014 at 3:00 pm
dreamcatcher77 BRONZE, Congers, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"People change things go wrong but just remember life goes on"

im confused what this poem is trying to convey, explain please? 

on Mar. 21 2014 at 10:48 am
MariannaPasta GOLD, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
I'm not afraid if death, i just don't want to be there when it happens-Woody Allen

reading this left me in shock. I have only one word: AMAZING!!!!!! keep up the awesome work and ill keep reading!


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