Monica Engeler

Rookie (05/31/1962 / NJ)

Alone - Poem by Monica Engeler

I sit here typing how I feel
Life around me doesn't look real
As my creative desk stands adjacent,
A painting lays openly constant.

I glance at the work and admire it
The bold, bright colors are all perfect
Yes I plan to finish the image in a short time
I am just flooded with empty rhyme.

My world is alone that nobody grasps
I drift further away from everyday tasks
Where do I go from here and deal with reality?
Can somebody answer this uncertainty?

The word alone means so many things,
but right now it channels out a painful sting
I am without much help and suffer mutely absent
My bedroom door remains endlessly intent.

When the sunlight finally goes away,
I am happy that I can mark my calendar day
How many times did I end up throwing up this day?
10,12, or maybe 14 times if I am correct today.

I suffer in silence with my stomach issues
because nobody understands my painful views
Gastroparesis there is not enough data or awareness
There is so much suffering and little fairness.

Goodnight, and let hope shine bright
Tomorrow is another day and let it be right
My eyes are closed now and my tummy sleeps
I pray for happiness caring and not to weep.

Topic(s) of this poem: Alone

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem about suffering from a medical condition Gastroparesis.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

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