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Well Usually...Well usually I'm good at writing my ‘therapy', But this time it's different, and it just won't be! I've tried but I think I can't - because, you see... I don't know I how feel, and it's hard for me. So I guess I'll just have to sort this one... In my head instead of paper, cos my minds gone! I'd write of how I fight the fight... And I'm really trying, with all my might. But it just won't happen, I don't know why? I have these tears in my heart, but I won't cry! I think everyone in my life must get fed up, With my constant persistent overflowing cup! They know I'm in pain, some more than most, I have to say, for pain; my body's a great host! Everything that can go wrong, it has, believe me! And now the future, well it's just more pain I see. But I'll sort it, get my head around this, Cos with my health, everything's hit and miss! No chair is comfortable, no ease for me at all! Not since November 14th, a pretty awful call! So I went in for help, came home in hell, 5 weeks flat in bed, and no moving as well!! He made a mistake; it was one of those things, And now my life's in the mire, my head, it rings!! ...It rings with the pain held in this spine of mine, Never again can it be eased, so no, I'm not fine!! A hole in the spinal cord, the fluid came out, The worst pain in my life, of that there's no doubt! So forgive me for not expressing how I feel inside, I want to go inside my head, and simply...hide. Cos inside my head I can make things seem... That I will wake up, and it's only been a dream... But I am awake, and it's a nightmare! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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