My poem on Fibromyalgia

Fibromyalgia


I gotta get out of this frame
A tight shell that contains my brain
A little crack is all I need
A tiny wiggle and I'll be free
Drugs lift me to a place out of insane
For awhile I can float above my crane
Nothing here to see, I don't bleed
It's really there, I continue to plead
There's no light, no hope, I still remain
I find no way out of this prison domain
Mack trucks roll over me at low speeds
I awake to feel their evil deeds
I cry, I hope, I research, and I complain
Everyday is a challenge, an energy drain
A cure for it, can someone plant the seed
A new picture to frame, the old one to recede