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.
There are still things left to experience and thoughts to have. Once you leave this world for the next, you can't go back. Make the most out of your shitty situation and prove that there is still enjoyment in the suffering that is the human condition.