Short 'n' Curly! Eaten Alive by Julie Patterson

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Short 'n' Curly!
Poetry.

Eaten Alive.
by Julie Patterson.

As I lay here in my bed
the room slightly spinning
I wonder when will the good days return?

Chains of broken thoughts decay
Fatigue has kicked in.

I HATE THIS EXISTENCE!
But then there's the reality of it :
No cure, just time, just time my doctor says: "just time."

Time is an idle hand.

This illness is like a wolf, so patiently it waits, one step at a time then it pounces devouring cell after cell
the body retreats into forgetfulness succumbing to the steely eyes that tracked it.

My eyes are so heavy
I stare at my shadow on the wall
a shadow who once had life.