Posted in Poetry

Ugh …

I am slowly going insane

Life is not my winning game

This is not a crying wolf scream

Nor is it blurred from being a dream

 

I just feel everything is in a mess

That with another injury I am less

I have so many  injuries already

One more makes me more unsteady

 

I struggle with a broken mind

And now likewise the body kind

Pain is felt in a constant stalker way

I am just its latest, easiest prey

 

I just want that sweet release

An end of the processes of disease

An end to pain, misery and loss

Those things clinging to me like moss

 

This is just a bad day, one of many

It is rare for no one to experience any

Tomorrow will be so much better!

Springing back to being a go-getter

 

Getting the promised peace and goodwill

Not accepting just any made up swill

Smiling falsely till it becomes real

For a day that is very close to ideal

 

 

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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