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Ella Burton
Poems
Jan 2021
Narcolepsy Type 1
You ask me how I am
“Tired”
I say
I slur
You preach your 3 hours of sleep
As though it is a feat
A competition in your mind
I know I have already won
Yet mine isn’t so victorious
I have felt years of heavy eyelids pulled down by black fingernails, the bruised under eyes and lust for more sleep
A weak bag of bones is all I am now
Collapsed at a laugh
Or a cry
My muscles show no strength
Neither do I
#tired
#narcolepsy
#cataplexy
#chronic
#illness
#fatigue
#eds
#fibromyalgia
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