The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically