Yes I know it’s a shitty poem I haven’t written one since middle school. Just felt I needed a way to express myself and to post it somewhere and forget about it. No I’m not going to kill myself. This is about me getting a lifelong incurable chronic illness (ME) from a COVID infection. I’m bedridden, unable to talk, tubefed, unable to process noise, and just pretty much dead. Not looking for feedback.

  • Cris@lemmy.world
    13·
    16 days ago

    Man, that’s fucking brutal and a bleak way to live. The line about missing the sun really connects with me, I have a severe circadian rhythm disorder and essentially never get to see the sunlight. Its cazy how much that can affect your ability to be okay, you don’t expect it until you suddenly aren’t able to enjoy the sun anymore and it’s fuckin rough.

    More virtual hugs don’t make things better, but I’m sending them and warm thoughts anyway. Thanks for sharing your poem

      • Cris@lemmy.world
        2·
        15 days ago

        I am, I’m not terribly consistent about it, but I’ve been better about it as of late. Thank you for a thoughtful suggestion

        I hope you have a lovely day today ❤️