Breakdown

A poem I wrote about the struggles of dealing with disease.

I feel the tears running down my face.

Feeling so trapped, and so out of place.

As I struggle to deal with this ongoing pain.

Composure on the outside, I try to maintain.

 

Tired of this weakness, tired of this pain.

Tired of these doctors, with their needles in my vein.

Too tired to stand, too tired to walk.

It takes so much energy, just to even talk.

 

I try to be strong, I try to smile.

Happiness has been gone for quite a while.

Tired of everyone telling me the things I should do.

I wish they could walk a mile in my shoes.

 

During the day I pretend I am fine.

I just want to scream most of the time.

I sit there and smile, without making a sound.

So no one will know...

 

Inside I breakdown.

Author's Note

please ignore grammar and punctuation errors

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

I almost choked on my reaction to this piece. I feel like I blew out the lids of my eyes trying to clamp down on the tears that wanted to erupt like some long overdue geyser. I cannot, not in even the slightest way, began to explain just how hard this particular work hit me. I wish I could say more, but.. but I cannot.

[Dagger Jones]

The pain that people can't see is so much more difficult to understand. As you say ye can smile your way through the pain, but it don't hurt any less. I think I had One yesterday, hmmmmmm. Deeply written with a great flow once again...

[E. M. Murren]

This is a powerful write. What you write about here is difficult but you brought us into your thoughts gracefully. Truly a fine work.