I feel so poorly

This poem is about a day in the life of someone with severe M.E. Not all my days are as bad as this but for some this is the harsh reality of every moment.

Even my teeth hurt, my pain is top to toe,

from the constant ache at the back of my head,

to the stiffness in my ankles and feet.

I cannot move, my legs are paralysed,
dead, numb, gone, like two lumps of meat,
sometimes my whole body is impossible to move.

It's too bright, the light burns my eyes,

the sounds rattle my skull, make it stop please,

it's too loud, I can't take any more.

My brain is foggy, words don't make sense,

I can't follow a line of thought yet my mind is racing,

Too much going on, I feel so confused.

I feel so poorly; sick, dizzy and horrid,

even laying totally still, breathing is exhausting,

thinking wears me out, will it ever end?

© Alice Daley 2013