Battery

 

Constantly drained

like a battery

whose charge

it can't contain.

Always on 1 percent.

Even when I'm sat plugged in.

I'm waging a war within,

my muscles and bones,

weary battle zones,

and no flag to plant.

The enemy has them surrounded.

I need a full body transplant

and the bombs to stop sounding.

 

Scattery thoughts

don't seem to matter to me,

Fogged

distorted annoyances

it's all just noise. Right?

Sound and lights

send me on an anxiety overdrive.

I shake,

every twitch

makes my bones ache.

I shiver,

every quiver

makes my muscles whither.

My skin,

yellow stained

in my memory.

The colour

of my cirrhosis ruined liver.

 

I'm aching.

My muscles strain.

Even walking

puts me

in bed for the day.

When waking 

I feel pain

inching over my joints.

My muscles cramp,

stop and start at points.

I'm burnt out,

blown out like a tyre

that has exploded

from the inside out,

and now I just need to sleep

for a week at least

but I'm my own worst enemy.

I can't sit still.

I can't relax my brain to find peace.

I just keep on pushing my muscles

even though they are screaming to stop.

I can't.

If I stop

I may never

get back up.

 

 

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