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"My Final Plea..."

Poetry By: RaisinGirl
Poetry



this is yet another day in the life of my suffering due to my chronic physical pain, and mental anguish from the stress and frustration....


Submitted:Jun 26, 2008    Reads: 240    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


The constant feeling of death is hanging over me, the more and more I stress

Why is my life a living nightmare?; it is so unfair that I'm in this mess

I want to hide in darkness, for the black is hovering over my body

Fatigue is killing me, and torture is overwhelming me, and I'm rotting

I feel in despair, and I have come to terms that I've given in to the turning

I don't think I can hold on any longer, so I fade away into tears in my burning

My downward spiral it seems is the only hope I have, to take away this pain

I wilt and so does faith in times like these, as I crawl into my domain

I wish I could make the bitter hatred go away, but it still remains instead

I am losing this battle within me, for the inspiration is now dead

To observe a day in my life would be a burden, even to the blind

There is no one else to walk in my shoes, not another of my kind

I am not afraid to die, of death, or even the sight of my own blood

But the things that I fear include the neverending thoughts that I'm unloved

Forsaken to a life of physical pain, mental torture, and the chronic dread

That my being is melting in the fires of sadness trapped inside my head

I try to cry it out, but my tears are witheld from bursting into flames

So the fire burns within me, endlessly, while I'm calling out your names

But no one will come to my rescue, nothing willing to save me now

The pills, the medication, the herbs, the consultations make me drown

The doctors blow me off when I know that they've taken an oath

To help the patient without prejudice, that's a joke, and this I KNOW

So forget it, forget you all, I forget myself and and I AM finally crying out loud

I have been beaten, broken by the silences, so I will scream it out now.

The night is long, I am not strong, but I just want some help so please

Don't burn me alive any longer, I beg for mercy, and this is my final plea........





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