I am sick

I am sick with worry I am sick with fear.
I am sick of knowing you. I am sick i care.
I am sick i met you. I am sick You are you.
I am sick you know me. I am sick its true.
I am sick i let you hurt me the way you did.
I am sick i let me soul, jus gently smoothly slid
I am sick of hearing your name in my ears
I am sick of all those cold blooded stares
I am sick to even carry on writing this
I am sick I am sick I am sick as it is.

Whisper to survive

The long slow echo of the whispered words
As they enter the darkness they hover over the air
The bleakness of the weather as it adds a touch
The sharp pain of cold as it cuts through the landing of the stair
A small touch of the metal banisters sets my heart on freeze
But was it not then frozen with the fractures that sealed shut
They were filled with the stone filled strength i used to squeeze
Finally i had it close, solid enough for fresh wounds
When the warmth of the heart ahd gone and died out
There was no more blood left to weep
I need to rid that sense of discretion there is no harm to shout
Yet shouting does th heart some honour and relieves it
A wounding heart may need that, but the cold solid one does not
I feel at ease with the pin drop silence, it is the music ot my ears
Let the whispers echo in amidst my pain which then and now begot