I am sick modern poetry

I think I am sick

I just drank the poison you planted for me

The night sky wrapped my weak body in darkness

Only a pair of eyes of fear and despair are revealed

Looking blankly into the distance

The black ocean is endless

Even if there is a firefly

< p> In the dull summer night, it would be better to extinguish it brightly

I was bitten and clawed by this poison

Let it squirm and crawl in my veins

More I want to calm down and read poetry

But I can't do it myself

The pain and itching of scratching my heart and liver

Like ants crawling and wasps stinging

Hua Tuo

Can you travel from the Eastern Han Dynasty

Scrape my bones

The poison that soaked into the bone marrow

The body turns green and purple

The strong wind blows.

Gradually

locked my throat

My mouth was open but unable to make a sound

What came out of my empty thoughts was

drops Drops of blood and tears