by The Cowl Editor on March 21, 2019
Poetry
by Connor Zimmerman ’20
My words:
I stumble,
I fumble,
I want to crumble.
My emotions:
I am dumb,
I am glum,
I want to be numb.
My senses:
I do not feel whole,
I cannot feel my soul,
I’ve given up control.
My mind:
Is a branch drowning in a bog,
Is gears that are clogged,
Is lost in a fog.
All because of a pill…what have I done?