Here I am writing another poem
suffering pain that bites down on my bones
what causes it we really don’t know
but I hope for remission though!
I can’t think right,
I can’t eat right,
I can’t sleep right,
I can’t move much,
I can’t live a normal life so what am I supposed to do?
I suppose I am expected to overcome this just like anything else
but what people dont realize is that is a hell of a lot to ask of someone who is chronically ill
my body screams whenever I attempt to move and cries when I finally manage to
so what can I do but put and shut up, nothing it seems
besides write in support groups and hope my cries for help are seen!
I feel like an animal all caged up
people ask “where’s Michael?”
and I reply he’s stuck
Where they ask and all I can say is
he’s somewhere in me but I don’t have the strength to reach him.
Instead you’ll have to talk to me the new michael that lives terminally
with a timer on his life and tears streaming down his face
he’s not a great person to be around if you get depressed
because he’s being constantly attacked and arrested by pain
it’s amazing I haven’t yet gone insane
I mean right now I have a cluster and a migraine
why the fuck am I writing this is just plain crazy
I can’t help it this is my only relief besides the O2 I suck in as I breathe.