Defeated by poor health.

Prickly, irritating,
Sore and red,
Eating my insides,
Chewing at my existence,
Endurance on the verge of
Exasperation
A mild distraction- a minute’s
Excitement
Then complete blackness
Beyond comprehension
The pain’s protraction
On and on,
In sight no reduction,
Torn personality
Cloven vitality
Recurring frailty.
No aid at hand
Just a plea for mercy
Lips proud and silent
Heart imploring lenity.
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