by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 9, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 9, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Been sick, hear me retch Vacant vacuum been sick. Time passes, sickness flows Nausea sickens, this night is very old. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2015
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 4, 2012 | Poetry
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