Turmoil.

My mind wanders, wildly,
it whirls around, like a storm,
repeating and remembering,
all these things in my head,
I am too tired to think,
too sleepy to comprehend,
my head is pounding,
feverish body writhing,
as the illness floods me,
my mind cannot rest,
exhausted thoughts rushing,
when will this end?

Oh it will not end,
chronic illness never ceases,
for people stop caring,
stop believing you're ill,
"you can't still be ill,"
they scorn at you,
but you're too tired to care,
too weary to be hurt,
by their cruel taunts
Just rest my love,
lay your head down,
I have no expectations,
I have no harsh words,
Just rest my love.

© Alice Daley 2014