Yes I know it’s a shitty poem I haven’t written one since middle school. Just felt I needed a way to express myself and to post it somewhere and forget about it. No I’m not going to kill myself. This is about me getting a lifelong incurable chronic illness (ME) from a COVID infection. I’m bedridden, unable to talk, tubefed, unable to process noise, and just pretty much dead. Not looking for feedback.
The beauty of poetry is that it can be whatever it comes out as, because it’s you sharing your inner art, outward.
This is a poem, and it made me feel things. I think that’s just how art works.