An Insidious Illness
I stare through the TV as if it is a window
I write and it is all wrong
Depleted putting up dishes
Intolerant to the pain that forges in my shoulders
Fatigue settles in as if at home
Lost with no hope of being found
Longing for my once upon a time life
Living a life as desolate as the desert floor
Sullen eyes give me away
My blonde hair wild, greasy, my clothes disheveled
I do not care about war, weather, or politics
Clothed in irritability
Bathed in insomnia
My presence is absent
I am but a shell
My fists wail
Waiting is the most formidable
Form of punishment
Hope the other
My brain lies to me
And I believe her
I think about dying
The methods I’d take
The note I’d write
An insidious illness
Lives within
I live without
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2025 07:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Wow, a compelling poem. But in all due respect, I'm sorry you're going through all this. It's so hard to comprehend1 struggle powerful words hang in there, my friend.
The poem serves as an exploration of the impact of mental illness on the individual's life, aiming to convey the often-hidden struggles faced by those experiencing similar feelings. It offers a raw and honest portrayal of the emotional turmoil associated with mental health challenges, potentially providing a voice for others who feel similarly isolated.
Thank you Friendship!
Raw, exposed, an open wound that when it heals bursts open again to drain. A sad illness that is dark and gives its own prognosis as terminal. To cleanse this to the bone may be too painful and beyond the scope of the patient or even the surgeon. A very descriptive write that takes the reader on this dark journey to a nightmare world with them wishing to awaken from the dream. Well done my friend
Thank you so much SB!
Most welcome and Happy holidays wishing you well
Good write K. I'm reading a bit about consciousness, if this ties in at all with this poem? If having some pain, we may be aware of it, but in an 'unconscious' sort of way. But the moment we start thinking about it, we notice it more, become conscious of it, and it may trouble us more then. Just a thought, though I didn't understand all the philosophising behind it (and that's a long word too! lol).
That is an excruciating thing to go through. Very moving and resonant. 🕊️🙏
Thank you for your kind words.
Most welcome, dear Katie B. 🕊️🙏🏻
Very emotive words Katie but all is well as I say to people, you got up this morning as I did so all is well.
Andy
Thank you for your kind words, Andy.
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