Now what you hearing is not a test
Its really late I should get some rest
I'm trying to rap or write to the beat
But it's hard to think with my poor hurting feet
I haven't been able to concentrate or be productive trying to Walk upright and stay constructive it's like there on fire and extremely numb if I say I don't hurt would be dumb just putting on a a pair of socks đ§Ļ it seems like there filled with rocks putting on my shoes đ is a different story it's like watching a horror movie screaming and gory but I succeed at both and must continue with the day if you asked me how my feet fill I'd probably have nothing to say I'm not being rude by any means my condition isn't hereditary through my genes its called peripheral neuropathy it's no fun at all if I'm not really careful I could tumble and fall it's been fifteen years and it never changes pain and discomfort have different ranges it's something that I must deal with rest of my life
Mostly caused when I went under the knife đĒ drinking my life away didn't help sometimes my feet cause me to Yelp no matter what Life throws at my direction when I see you it's love and affection so when you see please don't ask with my feet how'd I perform that task it's pure positivity and your outlook I been writing a lot I should do a book about Life and it's up and downs it's better to smile đ than to frown âšī¸
Johnny p Chavez
8/3/22
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- Published: August 3rd, 2022 19:41
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Comments1
take it easy, sometimes
we just gotta get through the rough patches in life
fck anything else, just try
and literally
take it a step at a time..
hope you get better soon, sounds real painful
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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