Illness plagues my fate,
But it's not a sickness you can see.
Unlike the plagues of late,
This illness is inside of me.
Twisting and blurring, my vision always churning.
I simple smile distorted,
flipped and contorted.
A tiny change can spread the fire.
This illness has invisible trip wires.
Inside my head it's always lurking.
Coughing sputtering, my mind over working.
To combat a demon yet unseen.
The plagues of old took every queen.
Will I fall to the same earthly demise?
Or will the illness shatter what's behind my eyes?
An endless battle I wage every day.
Who will when no one can say?
The eb and flow of emotions journey.
How many more days until I hurt me?
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
