Life with a degenerative Chronic pain condition is hard to describe. Dealing with constant pain is often much easier then dealing with the emotional struggle of being sick.
Mourning
Around my heart is a shroud of black
An engulfing emptiness I can't push back
Walking around with torrential gloom
Feelings are words I can't spit out
Tears flow constant, they are never ending
Around me the world keeps turning
For everyone else it's all the same
Day in and out they play their own life game
It would be so much easier if I could cast some blame
Where's the fault for so much pain?
Will I see the Son through this much rain?
The future only looks like a few short links on a chain
Weeping and begging for answers from above
Explaining my self seems like a mute point to the ones I love
Crazy is the only term that "seems" to fit like a glove
They don't understand what it is like you see
To mourn...
Because, I am mourning me.
You remind me of me when I was first starting the process of writing poetry. Anyone who knows how self-absorbed I am can tell you that's a compliment. Don't be afraid to take major risks and write -everything-. Just keep writing like it's an obsession. Over time the trial and error tempers you into something polished and beautiful. I'm still working toward that and I look forward to watching you do it as well.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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I have heard of this malady, you describe what it must be like so well. I am sorry you suffer from this.
Mary
May your tears flow until the pain is gone
And sunshine floods into the gloomy mourn.