Walking toward the dark side
A slow path, I'm petrified
No appointments no meds
It's all in my head
The pain is superficial
Diagnosis is official
A drink of this a puff of that
Time to go, grab my hat
Constant pain, scattered stress
Love is kind, life's a mess
Hard to breathe, can't keep up
Aches and pains piling up
Take a pill and another
Take a nap text from brother
Sleep and sleep and sleep some more
Toss and turn to doggie snores
Left or right which way to go
Dark or light I just don't know
Observations in my life journey in darkness and beyond sharing HUGS along the way.
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