The Tragedy of the Chronically Ill, Deux

Adam, Diabetic Cyborg

Mar 10, 2020·1 min read

I see disappointed eyes,

You see only resilience in mine,

Instead of fear & despair you desire,

I am sick and not dead,

You desire to taste my terror,

Instead you see only undying hope,

I sure hope I am not a dope,

And all is not in vain,

Simply wanting to live,

Ought not be a controversy,

As the the world spins in nothingness,

We just desire some meaning,

Life in this just full of distress,

Just continue with some measure of finess.