POEM 1
my hand is mourning
oh how my hand mourns
it talks to my foot
that hardly bares my weight
oh how my foot mourns
it moves to my stomach
my stomach is growling
it talks to my brains
oh how my brain is drowning
it yearns to my lips
my lips taste of bitter
that bitters my sight
oh how my sight is rolling
my rolling eyes sigh
POEM 2
sleep and sleep
nothing else matters
thoughts go in spirals
unclear and untouched
toss and turn
lost in the patterns
sounds and images
unreal and unclutched
I do feel the pain
I do feel no pain
it comes and it goes
till I am lost in it’s frame
I do feel the pain
I do feel no pain
I follow the tides
‘till ev’rything’s flushed