Chronic Illness Poems - Poems about Chronic Illness

I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope. I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath As it patterns our legs, walking forest-roads. I love the spring, that...Read the rest...

15 years I have been a prisoner I was the victim of identity theft Who I was, that person was stolen, And it was I who had to do the time Despite not being the culprit of...Read the rest...

duskfall creature, tipsy on the blood of the covenant, tell me, when did you pull the ninth card? when your fangs grew in and your eyes grew tired, what made you build the castle walls? the sunlight burns, you protest, every silver-backed...Read the rest...

Shingles is something I live with daily Chosen for me by whom? I have no idea. I doubt it is my choice, as it is painful. My skin is tender; shingles is red, raw, sore, and rough. This disease is...Read the rest...

Can't take no more I just can't cope anymore, The pain is debilitating, The addiction consuming, Both exhausting. The dark corners of my mind are closing in, there all I can see clearly, The demonic whispers fill my ears loudly, I feel...Read the rest...

I woke up this morning To a very dark, gray day And the aches and pains That I wished would go away It's dark and it's cold And everything is wet All day I've been wondering "Is it bedtime yet?" I know the...Read the rest...

Pain it's back again Coursing through each vein Pain it never leaves Consuming me for its needs Pain hangs on me Theres no where to hide or flee Pain my bestest friend Haunting me to no end...Read the rest...

Untitled Deathly living till dying breath. Somber dreaming a lively death. Body ailing, self enemy. Ever changing the remedy. Boldly living from open womb. Never changing, to closing tomb. Never living a normal life....Read the rest...

Pain, four letters is all it takes. Such a small word that has such meaning, It can drive into the most innocent teething, As we grow old and our bodies break down, Hidden in the depths of our minds...Read the rest...

Pain is a constant Like the ticks of a clock Counting out the agony of my existence Without pain, there is no life Or is there? Is there an old shoe box in my brain Where lies the faded picture of...Read the rest...