Updated: Aug 16, 2020
My story is an ongoing saga,
The sunshine blighted by cloud.
The last chapter ceased to be written,
I’m no longer being read out loud.
I feel abandoned, lost, ignored,
I’m overlooked; left on a shelf.
The cobwebs are growing and the pain is still there,
I’m silently screaming; hating myself.
Through my slow, hazy bubble,
I watch as life goes on around;
I’m missing out and being forgotten
Please wait for me to get off the ground.
So mend these tears in my pages,
Sew up my scars and broken spine.
My last chapter is waiting,
I deserve to be read line by line.
It is only the start, there’s still so much to do.
I’m begging. Please, God, stop this pain
My body is stretched and weak,
But my story needs to written again.