Saturday, April 19, 2008
I am owned by a silent keeper
Who never goes away.
Who has me on a short leash
that I am always trying to escape.
I did not choose to be here
And kept under his torturous thumb
Of hell and wishes of dying
in the pain of which I succumb.
I lay helpless in his grip
Unable to fall asleep
The pain is too intense
Fear is all that reaps.
His arrival my mortal enemy
No matter how much I fight.
I am always forced to give in
This just isn't right!
I am labeled weak and unreliable
But there is nothing I can do.
I want to be more then this
And that is the truth!
Migraines tell me who I am
and what I can achieve
This is not a real life.
I am genetically deceived.
This poem almost made me cry! It speaks the truth for so many of us. Thank you for sharing!
You're welcome!! Thank you so much for you kind words! Heather