Parasite

December 2008.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore.
I don't know what I want from life.
All I know right now
is that I'm hurting so much
that it feels like a parasite
slowing eating away at my insides.
And one day,
there will be nothing left of me anymore.

Reviews

[Puzzle-bot]

This is a great poem, simple and delicate. I like the simplicity and serenity. But what on earth compeled you to write it? I don't want to be rude, but would have never thought of that sort of a poem. I like it, even though it is slightly...different

[Emily Irene.]

Not rude at all! I'm sorry I never replied to this, i don't believe I ever saw it til now. From what I can remember this was inspired by how my chronic stomach pain I was suffering from at the time made me feel. It was a sharp, stabbing upper stomach pain that would increase both randomly and with stress. It went undiagnosed for years until it turned out I was passing gallstones every time I felt my stomach hurt more and I needed my gallbladder out. By the time they did it I had post-chollie syndrome, so even though my gallbladder was removed, my body kept hurting. I ended up getting a nerve stimulator implant (my second one) for it to stop hurting. It truly felt like a parasite.