Monday 3 October 2011

Poetry. Allegedly.

Damn you, endometriosis, and your devastation,
Your resistance to drugs and each second of your pain
Which haunts my days and takes my sleep,
Frightening memories ingrained
Of the times I prayed to a vacant God
To help me through the days
But nothing helped - not time, not words,
There are no other ways
To stop this agony hidden inside,
Which mocks and restricts, and ruins my dreams,
Oh, those countless times I’ve cried.

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