I.
Heaven forbid.
you accommodate me,
I'll only be a burden to you,
I only ever tried to accommodate
your busy schedule
II.
Heaven forbid.
I do it different
You won't ever understand
all I know is mind numbing fatigue
while you double fist Monsters.
all I know is pain seeping through me
while you put a band-aid on it.
III.
Heaven forbid.
I forget information,
you may have a perfect memory
but I built a throne on my cloud
taking my brain back
slaying my chronic monsters
IV.
Heaven forbid.
I say no.
forget appeasement
I'm finally done with you
I've decided it's time for me,
without you.
without feeling like a burden
because I'm sicker than you will ever be
YOU ARE READING
The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
