I can feel it, Just on the edge.
The pain and gnawing return.
Without the pill ready to hit, a sledge.
Followed by inevitable burn.
No cure or fix in the foreseeable time.
Not even sleep can save me from this fate.
And to live in this state I feel shame.
Promised is the tests but yet no date.
So for the time I take the pill.
So for the time I sit in a stupor.
So for the time I wait for another bill.
So for the time I am not supper-duper.
Many I know in this oblivion.
Without water like an amphibian.