No End...

Its been two years since my diagnosis...

The pain of your existence consumes me,
And then there are  other times you disappear,
Into the outskirts of my thought process.
Like a great pestilence,
You ravage the landscape of my life;
Leaving me writhing on the ground.
Yet just as swift was your coming,
So is your departure.
A fatigued body and contorted mind,
The only evidence of your presence.
I know not how long you shall be with me.
One thing of which I am certain though:
I am weary of this union
And these times you consume me,
Are all that I have left.
I have Epilepsy...

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

This is a strong poem. It could mean so many things, and I think others could personalize it simply by incerting their own last word. Surely the burden you carry is a trying one. May you always be granted peace.

[Mysty Rayn]

Bless you. So many can relate to this lovely poem and the pain you suffer. Take care.