Whose flesh is this? This isn’t right-
Sensations shifting day and night
It seems like mine - in here I dwell
But close my eyes and I can’t tell
Where I begin or where I end
Betrayed by that, my so-called friend
And while outside I look so good
Within, things don’t work like they should
Confused T-cells gnaw at my wires
Misled by something that misfires
They slip into my brain to chew
Devouring things I once could do
And parts of me just cease to work
And I’m left in this state of quirk
Fighting to regain some control
(But screaming in my very soul)
Because they just go on and on
Gnawing, gnawing until I’m gone.
Barbara Robinson 03/23/10
