An Everlasting Misery (Poem)

From waking up to a piercing headache,

As if there's a war in my head.

Cannons, grenades, and rifles,

All causing an endless destruction,

All essentially withering me away,

Like a forgotten carcass on the battlefield.

The agonizing pain from ear to ear,

From head to throat,

And all in between,

Struggles to not be defeated,

By the overpowering soldiers of mucus,

By the absurdly large quantities of useless dosages,

And by the excessive loss of blood after surgery.

6 months of an internal battle,

Taught me to mask my multitude of misery,

To try to function without restraint from my health,

And to have hope that God will prevail against my suffering.

But the blood wants to remind me of have fragile I am,

From throwing up thickness of it that it's comparable to an organ,

To being drained of all my vitality and spirit.

Likewise, I've came to the conclusion that,

My body wants to weaken me,

My mind wants to recover me,

And my soul wants to restore peace for me,

In the essence of defeating my everlasting misery.

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