Insomnia
Has changed
My clock
From linear
To out of sync
So now
I am
Sleeping days
And half nights
Whatever my head
Affords me
Feeling like
An old fairytale
A woman
Out of this
Dimension
For 100 years
And yet
Sleeping Beauty
I'm not
Days bleed into
Each other
Like clouds
Across the sky
Horizon meets the land
Is the land not flat
No it is not
It is round
Circular
Round
So very round
Time goes on
Changes
Dates
Grow
Single then double digits
Yet
I sleep days
And half nights
When I am allowed
Until I can
Do normal nights
Have my days not
Be spent
Wrapped in solitude
Of my blanket
My disillusioned thoughts
When this illness
Leaves my body
Like a fog leaving
The ocean clear
Then perhaps
All time
Will reform itself
The right way
Days to live
Nights to sleep
Dream
Peacefully dream
Without searching
For the lost
Or fear
Don't need
Handsome prince's kiss
Just lift the darkness off
And make me whole again
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ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
