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
- Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2022 19:41
- Category: Unclassified
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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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