Diagnosis…

Diagnosis: negative;
Relief, though, slow to come —
For it’s hard feeling anything
When everything is numb

Her outlook should be positive,
But joy is nowhere near,
For though she’s free of illness, she’s
Confined still in

Her fear

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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