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My Secret life Relieved

My Secret Life Relieved. My body in shock and in trauma As every part of my helpless being Lies paralysed in total agony As if stung by a thousand bees As complete and utter exhaustion Takes its grip And completely consumes and overpowers me For I am nothing but a shipwreck lost at sea My mind foggy my head in a vice Void of cognition too tired for thought For I am repressed depressed All hope has abandoned me My will and resolve Long dissolved My hurt so much I lose all sense of reality Abused and confused I no longer have any virtue of control Ravaged and raped By a twist of fate I can do nothing but sleep very deeply But wake up even more exhausted and intense Than I did before I lie in the gutter of despair I cry out in sheer agony But no one hears me There's no one there Deaths icy breath Surrounds me A curse from hell A place I know so well For I am nothing But a corpse still Only just breathing Under its cruel harsh spell Another day I’m still exhausted But I’m able to leave my bed of nails My legs so tired they feel Like I’m trying to walk through Knee high In wet cement Still feeling downhearted My mind still foggy I try to live life the best I can Under the circumstances Despite the agony and torment My nemesis nay return at any moment I stumble lose my balance and fall The doctors can’t helpless with the cards I've been dealt And I get no support at all Writing my only escape my friend And only Allie Life passes by in a twinkle of an eye I’m lonely heartbroken in despair But put my faith in God to get me through I hang on by my fingernails To life not worth living Life gives me little pleasure I seek no treasure just good health I am me This is me And Iat least I try. Who cares. Peter Dome©2019.

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