This is MY Life

I am a bit ill, so I wrote a poem to exspress how I felt

Life is glum, gloomy
As I swallow painfully
Hand pressed against my throat
grimancing in agony
Life going at a snail's pace
Head full of rocks
Neck as thin as a matchstick
In the mirror my neck is strong
But my eyes are red-rimmed
My face is pale

But this is MY Life!
MY life!
I'm going to take control
Sit in the Driver's seat
Take my rememdy
Swallow the pain
Laugh with my besties
Smile without cringing
Talk in my strong voice

I have no power
I talk like a child
Whimpering with laughter
Pushing the smiles to the surface
Watching myself loosing
To a tiny force
Invisible to the naked flame
There's pain at the temples
Fire in my blood
Claws at my throat

This is MY life
But I won't ever take control

Author's Note

Hahaha, COUGH, ouch, wheeze, force a smile. Yeah, I'm ill AS! I HATE swallowing, it's like the most painful thing about being sick. Feel for me.

Reviews

[mischeif]

at lest you can still talk I remember last year my throat was swollen so badly couldn't talk. Love the poem reminds me of finding you sitting shivering in the coridor and sending you home. hope you get better soon