Poem: Fragile

Lying in my bed

Fever burning up my head

Kinda wishing I was dead

But likely I’ll survive

Sweating out my eyes

Going out my mind

Considering the value of life

And the release of death

Feeling fragile like a flower

Small and fragile with no power

Surrounded by constant danger

Yet beautiful and alive

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Just a man with a lot of stories, poems and things to talk about on his mind. Thanks for reading.
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