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 THE REFLECTION OF A TORTURED SOUL

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Give Me Back The Life That My ill Health Stole!

This illness is crippling me, sucking away my soul,
Like a parasitic beast, my life it stole!

Every morning I open my eyes, and for a second I wonder why!
My life is set on a cycle of repeat..
Wake! sleep! eat!

So physically exhausted, a prisoner within!
Housed in this body, trapped in this skin!

Wondering why we are born to die..
What does it all mean?
The importance of how we interpret life,
The importance of just being!

The years, months, weeks, hours, minutes & seconds of my life,
The pendulum of happiness...
Stuck between misery and strife!

Too ill and too exhausted, to enjoy my life you see!
Not wanting to burden friends and family with the misery of me!

Locked in a conflict of the body and mind!
Dark, derelict, defeated thoughts you will find!

People sympathise but what do they know,
As their patience and understanding with time slowly goes!
Who knew that support has a timescale you see?
It doesn’t discriminate between friends and family!

Sick and tired of the way I feel!
I have had so much illness, what’s the deal?

My lungs are so tired; struggling to inflate!
As I lie here exhausted a victim of fate!

Who stole my life, and gave me this one instead!
Trapped in this body, I would rather be dead!

It’s like a slow torture of the mind, body, and soul...
So please give me back the life that my ill health stole!



Written by © Wendy Roberts 24-02-2018, all rights reserved

 







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