Exhaustion gently takes my hand
Rips me from the spot I stand
Splashing in slow motion
Confusion hits like choppy ocean
Waves of darkness crowd my eyes
My stomach drops,
My socked feet fly
I sink slowly into oblivion
Thoughts seared and scorched
Dazzled and shrunk by the
Sun's white light, reflected
Off the battering waves
Fatigue sops up my fear with bread
The moon and stars nibble at my tasty dread
Seasoned with melting emotion
Bittersweet like a swirling love potion
I awaken to a heart that's bland
Mind sterilized
Extremes buffed out
By gritty sand
K.B. Silver
I keep thinking that I just need some good sleep, and I will be back to normal. I have had to accept that I am in a flare-up and that I need more sleep, but that won't take the fatigue away. I have been doing well for a couple of years at this point. So, I just have to be happy for all the good time I get/got, and take care of myself when I am down sick.
I have been considering getting a genetic test to see if that will help with a diagnosis; it may be the only way. I just wish it were more available through the doctor's office. It will cost me $400 if I go through the process myself. When I get a migraine medication that costs double that per month on the receipt sent to the insurance, it seems unconscionable that they wouldn't cover the test, but I have to remember that they aren't there to get me well; they are there to make money.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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