Consumed Poem by Barbara Haskell

Consumed



Every nerve, every fiber of my being,
is consumed with pain.
Oh, how I would welcome death,
how merciful to me,
to fall asleep, never to awaken.
Through my turmoil, anguish and tears,
I cannot comprehend,
how can I hold onto my sanity,
if I'm forced to endure this for years?

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