Anger, Physical Pain, And Agony. Poem by Tamara Turner

Anger, physical pain, and agony.
A soul sucking hole filled with despair gravity.
Estrange friends who become nothing more than unfamiliar faces.
Time keeping ticking on by in strange lands and unknown places.
Where is my place?
Is there not enough solid ground for me to land on?
Why do I keep hearing people telling me to be positive?
Can't they see I'm trying?
The time continues to tick on by.
As I wait for my doctor to walk through that door.
he will tell me news that will make me want to cry.
I show no reaction I show no pain.
I must be strong even though inside I'm losing it.
Some might call it going insane.
Keep fighting, keep going but I just need to rest.
Everything is moving fast at an accelerated speed.
Can I just pause and catch my breath?