The Agony of the Bile
The vile golden bile Drips from parched lips As uncontrollable convulsions Grip the organs between tensed hips Waves of nausea Worse than any pain Drown me in an ocean of agony If I believed in God, this is where I'd pray Nothing left to emit But insides still set to twist Wrenching at an angry core Gripped in disease's tight fist Words can't adequately express When anxiety's at it's peak The feeling of ultimate distress No end in sight, with no relief Only an opioid induced reprieve Stops the cycle of my body's self-inflicted pain With no explanation as to why My guts turned on me in vain Until the next time Nonexistent immunity comes out to play Leaving me begging for death Whipping me around like a renegade Sick forever The truth of this life for me With every good day I have I know that it won't be free I am possessed by Crohn's Disease And it's obsession with me I've choked on the fleeting hope of control