broken lips

Do you :

Know what it is like

To be an irritation to

The one you love ?

Where even the noise,

Of your thinking

Is too much for her ?

To apologise for

naturally  kissing

her abused head; 

for she could not  tolerate

the caress of your

whispering lips ?

To be an idiot for picking up a plate

Too ear-splitting !!!!

To eat on your own

To feel the nightmare

in your guts

when you look into her

her brown eyes,

long since dulled by

soreness

and verging on despair ?

Through what you believed

long ago, 

would be busy days,

not ones you would spend

not knowing what to say

or do;

sitting

still as a mouse

in the company  of torture.

To find the backbone,

 to make the  phone call

to go to the meeting

this afternoon,

as tired as all the years

you have spent scrapping

To make the breakthrough

To get the advice

To be informed

To apply the method

Making her worse,

Much worse than fear

itself could have

had any

information on.

Galloping, hideous

Worsening

Cracking of

Your sanity

And you coping -

only by finding somewhere

to put  on your headphones

and finally

break the silence

Except she can hear;

You huddled in the corner

delinquent.

Oh yes,

..then you know Severe ME

 Greg Crowhurst Oct 28 2011