Sick,
Physically, mentally,
It doesn’t matter,
It’s just a waste of matter,
Slipping through my throat,
While my thoughts,
Are in deep slumber.
Poetry by Christophe Paternoster
Sick,
Physically, mentally,
It doesn’t matter,
It’s just a waste of matter,
Slipping through my throat,
While my thoughts,
Are in deep slumber.