It breaks through my mind,
and takes great control,
leaving me with a
shallow and empty soul.

All life put on hold,
I can't make decisions
since my doc,
made his incisions.

waiting to get better,
wondering if I will,
it seems all of life
has lost it's thrill.

Pills in the morning
pills in the night,
giving me nightmares,
so full of fright.

What good can come of it
is what I might ask,
when all of my chores,
seem too big a task.

Surrender to lay here,
soaking it in,
wondering if I am
paying for sin.

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