Betrayed
My body betrays me
In ways you can't always see
It's all wrapped up inside itself
Unlike a pretty present on a shelf
I sit here writing words in prose
Hoping that I soon will doze
But the pain just doesn't seem to stop
As my face is dampened by teardrops
My body I can no longer trust
My senses are all a bust
I can't determine real from fake
And this truth is sometimes hard to take
My eyes see things the same as you
Just maybe in a different hue
My nose smells things that are not there
Imaginary odors fill the air
My hearing which was always good
Not always hears things as it should
My touch is definitely all messed up
When I find it hard to lift a cup
I never know when I stand to walk
Or when I open my mouth up just to talk
Each little act has become an adventure
Either searching for strength or the right word
You can adjust to those things inside yourself
And put your life up on a shelf
But must it be done wrapped in this pain
It has to stop or I'll go insane
JoLyn
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