THE THIEF
... The thief that came in did not take my t.v,or my money,he took something more precious
He didn't break down the door,or climb through a window, he just crept upon me,slowly, cautiously then WHAM!!
he was there mocking me,i tried to shake him off, but he had latched on to me , my every move, he stole the most valuable thing i owned, my health,
the thiefs name, i shall tell you is fibromyalgia.....
NIGHT NIGHT TO ALL MY SPECIAL FIBRO FRIENDS :)
Insomnia inspired me to write my first poem
Is this the end for super fibromite Moffy?
A poem for all of us
The Lonesome Confession Of A Single Fibromite
