My shitty poetry diary

Shakey survival

A disease that's clung to my body
Covers me with its wicked vines,
Taking my skin, my eyes, my brain, and my mind,
Only to keep my heart alive.
My legs are shaky underneath my crackling will to survive,
To live
Leaving my dome restless and heavily owed while owned.

This one is actually about chronic illness, just so no one is confused haha.💋