Part 12

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Drenched in the storm of Moments of Pain,

A warm rooftop my body needs to sustain.

Flames of fireworks emitting in my tummy,

Turning every functional organ glummy.

Heat surpassing over muscles and nerves,

Burning like sizzlers ready to serve.

My stomach feels stiff and ribs swell,

Energy and smile from face repel.

I'd been hesitant to talk about 'hyperacidity',

People may think it as my timidity.

The fact that it sums up my fourth illness,

Major or minor disease for anyone, please digress!

Most of my favorite foods were forbidden,

What's the use of precaution and care taken?

Disordered eating, spending days in bed,

One night giving up patience tears I shed.

I feel too fed up, tired and low,

If one illness is still, other wants to grow.

I am being taciturn and fidgeting to write,

Striving through my 'Moments of Pain', giving them a fight.

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A/N: Almost everyone are aware of hyperacidity. Ask question if you have any doubt.
Sorry to those who feel this poem is sad or negative.

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