Lazy a label i do not deserve
As i struggle to live with this demonic curse
Demons crawling
Inside my weary head
Chained up in a hell
That looks like my bed
An overwhelming effort
To make others understand
That the 'laziness' i carry
Is by some demonic hand
It's not my fault
I have done no wrong
I shout over and over
Like some tuneless song
I have spent14 months
Of constant sleeping
I have spent 14 months
Of painful weeping
My life turned upside down
My life maliciously taken away
Sold to the highest bidder
Without my knowledge or say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful stuff, Nicola...you've managed to express the condition with great effect. Well done! Brian