Invisible Illness
Your home is the prison your mind is the screw
the sentence; a lifetime spent with just you.
Trapped with yourself with nowhere to hide
your woes to the silence you’ll have to confide.
Blurred are the days with night comes no sleep
tears of frustration into your pillow you weep.
The time spent alone slowly numbing your brain
as the solidarity confinement drives you insane.
Left alone in the darkness all hope you forsake
as from this invisible illness there is no escape!
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