#chronicallyill - Hello Poetry

A weak body withering away, a silent pain that cannot sway, a health so low it fades away, like leaves in the wind on a rainy day, a women with sorrows so deathly afraid, but not anymore she said so brave

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May 25

May 25, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC

Loserinthebackseat

Sick

A weak body withering away, a silent pain that cannot sway, a health so low it fades away, like leaves in the wind on a rainy day, a women with sorrows so deathly afraid, but not anymore she said so brave

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A mangled bird slumps in her gilded cage Surrounded by opulence and feasts she cannot savor Golden bars festooned with rolling joints and popping bones A doll sewn by a child's hand Pull her thread as she buckles like a berry Blood A viscous syrup in her legs Sticky confluence Heartbeat like a hummingbird The nectar would likely cause an eruption of glowing pink hives A rosy sanguine sea Vision blurring Rumination like hands on a clock Round and round Living days like Copy, paste Groundhog's Day Oh, look, it's night again Ice packs and Epsom baths Erratic dreams The clock resets Oh, joy, it's day again

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC

sean-briere

Perpetually Unwell

A mangled bird slumps in her gilded cage Surrounded by opulence and feasts she cannot savor Golden bars festooned with rolling joints and popping bones A doll sewn by a child's hand Pull her thread as she buckles like a berry Blood A viscous syrup in her legs Sticky confluence Heartbeat like a hummingbird The nectar would likely cause an eruption of glowing pink hives A rosy sanguine sea Vision blurring Rumination like hands on a clock Round and round Living days like Copy, paste Groundhog's Day Oh, look, it's night again Ice packs and Epsom baths Erratic dreams The clock resets Oh, joy, it's day again

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Seeing stars while standing still, There’s no denying that you’re ill, Denial persists, stabs and twists You stand in a fog a filled abyss Searching for words, but instead you just drift Empty handed time after time You feed yourself lies and pills, there’s no denying that you’re ill, More doctors than friends, you try so hard not to let the pain in Chronic or Histrionic, whose to say in the end? Rhetorical epiphanies are your oldest friend Seeing stars while standing still, The beholder’s eyes find solace in nature’s will

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC

years

Chronic or Histrionic

Seeing stars while standing still, There’s no denying that you’re ill, Denial persists, stabs and twists You stand in a fog a filled abyss Searching for words, but instead you just drift Empty handed time after time You feed yourself lies and pills, there’s no denying that you’re ill, More doctors than friends, you try so hard not to let the pain in Chronic or Histrionic, whose to say in the end? Rhetorical epiphanies are your oldest friend Seeing stars while standing still, The beholder’s eyes find solace in nature’s will

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Terrified Written in cursive Behind your eyes The messy braided hair Is all that's left of you Standing in a white dress It was seventy degrees outside You shut the window "I'm sorry," Your handwriting just vexed me Your pen had too much ink Your toenails were broken The white page turned to gaping black As you crossed out the words I closed the door and walked away You said you felt some sort of chill, and I believed you Must have been a gap between the stark walls and the blanched window frame I found you a blanket

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC

rosey-b

Fragmented

Terrified Written in cursive Behind your eyes The messy braided hair Is all that's left of you Standing in a white dress It was seventy degrees outside You shut the window "I'm sorry," Your handwriting just vexed me Your pen had too much ink Your toenails were broken The white page turned to gaping black As you crossed out the words I closed the door and walked away You said you felt some sort of chill, and I believed you Must have been a gap between the stark walls and the blanched window frame I found you a blanket

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There's a war on inside me Raging on And I'm fighting. But I'm not free. And never will be. I battle my body... So everyone can see (Especially me) that this war will not end in defeat

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC

SmileNowSunshine

A war worth waging

There's a war on inside me Raging on And I'm fighting. But I'm not free. And never will be. I battle my body... So everyone can see (Especially me) that this war will not end in defeat

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