My soul, my very being
Has been buried under illness
I can't shake it off
Hell, I shake as is
Anymore will make me dizzy
I feel like Pompeii, before the dig
Hidden, from the world
Under many feet of ash, dirt, memories
My body giving its own testimony
Of the ongoing, never ending battle within
This may be my present
But I refuse to give up my future
I may be in a long tunnel
But there is always a light shining somewhere
Not a concrete wall to hit
I just have to keep looking
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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...
