Slip sliping away
At the back of
Dwelling in my pain
All the hurt and wrong
Done on to me
Screeming for them to leave me be
To let me be me
still thankful of those who foiled my plan
And boy was it grand
Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013,
Combating a invisible disease
To where everyday
It’s hard to breath
Still I stand tall
With the ball in my court
Not going to port
To where attempt number 3
Near death experience at sea
Taken away from me
All in order to save me
Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times.
Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it.
Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so.
Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day.
I love you bro,
I got my issues to combat
Family that’s now astranged
Disowned for not being a hard enough worker in my parents eyes
Though having a invisible disease made it difficult to keep active
Chronic fatigue from chronic pain
Made working I don’t even know how many times harder.
Little snuggle bug...
I know you want a 3000th hug -
But I’ve got this gosh **** work to do.
I swear that I’m not dissing you!
Little huggle bud...
This poem’s gonna be a dud.
I know you don’t mean to so distract
But my focus now is for sure cracked.
Little cuddle bun...
I give up - it seems you’ve won.
So nuzzle up and count those sheep
And let’s both drift off into sleep.
Quick write for day 24 as my plans to write do not fit the 5yo agenda tonight.
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