Chronic Poems - Poems about Chronic

Wake up. If you can. Or just lie there, blank-eyed, Listening to the ceiling rot. Time is fake. Clocks are arrogant. Let them tick for someone who matters. Forget food. Hunger is just the body begging To feel something. Anything. You know better now. Scroll until your bones rust. Doom is infinite. Your spine will curve to match the screen— A digital prayer To no god in...

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No one believes me They say it’s in my head But half of the time I can not even get out of bed. Then the day came A new specialist Let’s see if today I can make a fist. They said they believe me But let’s just wait and see Let’s find out if they can help me Become pain free. Medication once again Will this ever end I...

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H ealth forsakes you O ver and over magic tonics promise recovery P otential healing lures promising in the trees, again E ven Eve knows better than to pick and eat, again...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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I'll be fine tomorrow— a whispered promise to no one, to myself. It's a nuisance, a pain in the assiduous characters of my intellect, unrelenting, well-meaning, but delusional, nothing truly unusual. I'll feel fine in a week. Only the weak build paper-thin walls - desperate shields against a crumbling sky. They're cracking, but denial is refuge. For now. Maybe a month or two? Freedom is just a few short stretches...

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I am simply trying to stay afloat In an otherwise sinking land An escape between past and future An island of pain Treaded up Barefoot in the sand Grains of memories stuck in the creases Standing is sore Walking is sore On my hands and knees I beg Relief is all I pray for The physical and mental...

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I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope. I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath As it patterns our legs, walking forest-roads. I love the spring, that washes snow away, Brings flowers, strong roots, fragile and pale- Seeming. I love the summer, storm-blaze Lazy lightning, theater of stars, golden corn That...

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Chronic Fool, that I was, I thought to be more Only to be gutted, and left on the shore. To Doctor’s appointments, I dutifully arrived To be sent away, told lie after lie. You look so good, you must feel fine? The only explanation, “it’s all in your mind”. The package so shinny, the skin, so bright, The body inside,...

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I feel riddled with sickness, plagued by all infirmity. Like a fiddle playing a - score of sombre tunes. (Kouta form - Japanese quatrain, 7,7,7,5) 03.20.2024...

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Waking moments feel like eternity, When pain swallows the serenity, Everyday life is no longer the same, "You seem to have Chronic pain" Doctors can't find the cause or solution, I cry and scream, Who is there to blame, Not everything can be proven, but not everyone believes, "Its nothing but laziness", I scream mercy but they are all merciless, Chronic pain, Feeling shame, Takes me...

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She Swallowed Love and it Became chronic Love disease in her life,some folks blaimed her while ignoring her true love toward him. Yes, she defined True love at Him the Most....

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1. know your limits -don't exceed them when you know it will only cause you more pain -push past them every day and embrace the sting 2. you aren't alone -not only this, but you alone are not enough -don't let them tell you that you are -you will only get through this...

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When traveling a stretch of life's highway Does it feel like it's uphill both ways? Does it feel like winter's twelve months long? Do you work like a dog for small pay? Well welcome to a newly formed club The Association of Chronic Bellyachers We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers No grins, guffaws,...

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15 years I have been a prisoner I was the victim of identity theft Who I was, that person was stolen, And it was I who had to do the time Despite not being the culprit of the crime Half my life was taken away from me and i couldn't do anything about it apart from...

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