The Disease Poem by Heather Kemper

I have a disease I admit it
don't know if it has a name.
Somedays it's here thn it's gone
as quickly as it came.
Somedays I don't know what to do
to make sense through this disease filled dark.
The cold bleak loneliness
breaks my mind apart.
It's a self loathing alone and emptiness
no one on earth should know.
There is no drug or antidote
to cure it that I know.
I know this disease this sickness
has been wih me for way too long.
I struggle each day to fix
what through my eyes is endlessly wrong.
Somedays it's overwhelming and defing
to anything that might be right.
It changes your thought and understanding
you're alone no one in sight.
This desease if strong and deadly
it claims more people everyyear.
I've named my disease Sorrows Heart
please someone tell us
if there ever is a cure.

May30,2002