Sick Poem by december underground

Sick



When I was told I was too sick to run
My dreams of being an Olympic athlete were done
I couldn’t believe what my doctor had just said
That night there were plenty of tears I shied
But the next day was new
I thought to myself, could it still be true?
I didn’t want to face, what I was going through
And that i would have to start, brand new

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success