5.
To be called a lair
After shaking with no control
Kills the souls of love
6.
Six months
That is the time we must wait
That is the time they see fit
To wait
Six months
I must only go when others go with
I must not seize
Like we have control
Six months
I could be free
I could feel the wind in my hair
But I see no hope
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Chronically Ill Poetry
PoesiaPoetry about different chronic illnesses and disorders. There are Seizures, Migraines, POTS, Emotional tolls, etc.. you can ask for a section and I will try to make it. - I'm debating turning some of this into music and putting it on tik tok
