Ah, these thoughts           Thoughts               thoughts. Hurt.    Seeing things again. Everything seems to stay the same.   It’s tiring, It’s redundant,   It’s plain madness Does no one else see what I see?     Am I the only one that can see that? I don’t want to see it again.  I don’t want to see him again.    I don’t want to feel that again. Don’t bring the whip that scars me. Please.   Please,     Please-         I’m sorry-! A moment, a short blissful moment. Medicine. Where’s the medicine to shut off my mind and make this all stop?
Iza’s poem book // Importance of Catnip Tea










