No connection to the world outside
Passing of time in this sanctuary prison
Drifting away with closed eyes
As days pass
Birds sing
Cars go by to unknown destinations
I don't belong...
Not to this world
Not anymore
My world
Is lonely, exhausting
Full of self isolation
Where breathing is a struggle
Seasons pass
Winter cold
Spring bloom
Summer heat
Impenetrable frustration
Cement cobwebs clog brain
Don't want to
Cant
Everything is forced
Waking up knowing
I can't walk past this house
Yet not waking up isn't an option either
I want my life back
Looking at photos only brings bitterness
Of what once was
Of people's lives going well
Them blocking me out
After all, who needs to look at this?
If they ignore me
They ignore it
And it can't come after them
So I lock myself away
Because this
This
This existing
Is forced
Going outside to the backyard
While clenching a fist
With nails digging into palm
Until fingers swell and ache
Close to drawing blood
Yet time passes
Nothing stops
Time isn't forced
Neither is this
This illness
It flowed into me
Taking over
Taking everything from me
And it laughed
It's happy
It wants to win
So why bother?
Why fight?
Because I can't let it win.
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
