Out of Sorts
Last evening I reached my braking point
My heart grew heavy
The words you said
Did disappoint
Tears poured out from eyes
Much to your surprise
Pooling into my hands
I just couldn’t handle
All the demands
Illness has taken me whole
At times eats me up
And makes me feel old
It limits my activities
And effects my tranquility
Breathless desperation
In the middle of the night
God has to help me with this fight
Though I can’t blame you
For your weakness
Toward my dilemma
After taking this medication
All I can feel is tremors
It can’t be easy watching your wife struggle
Lord knows all these medications are a juggle
But defeat I shall not endure
Even if life at this time
Is a chore
Yes I know you apologized
I can feel the sadness in your eyes
Now the conflict is done
And no one has won
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