6 Years And Counting... M.E.

Horse kicks to back that never leave

Radiates down hips... to my knees

Cracked-glass ribs shatter, when I sneeze

My body temp... lava to freeze  

My brain it drills electric holes

My pain writhes, sears and Hell unfolds Weighted down on bed... chokehold  

Yet still, no help for us... I’m told

My neck too fragile for my head

I rattle now with all the meds

Despite my best, M.E.... can’t shed

Nicknamed aptly... “The Living Dead”  

Weak, limp muscles and hands that drop

Unsupported, cannot sit up

On days like this, I beg it... “STOP!”

It’s all I have... to not give up 

I lose the key to words, unlock

Life decimated... left in shock

I’m now no more than a stopped clock

Why is M.E.... fair game to mock?

My blood pressure waves, peak and trough

And yet, so called friend, still...  she scoffs

In moonlit hours I reach... ENOUGH!!!

Thank God for you of endless love 

No fuel, to eat, breathe or greet 

Reduced to putrid rotting meat

To block out sound... no easy feat 

Thundering in ears... own heartbeat 

Light also now, no friend of mine 

Spend days blacked-out... lose track of time 

Text nonsensical, blurred mazed rhyme

For all I do... I pay the fine

Yet, still I hope and dream and pray 

That my health will... return one day

That I’ll no longer live afraid  

Of living, rest of life... this way 

© Debbie Razey 2019