Here I stand alone again, waiting for the pharmacology train.
Misplaced by mistrust, thrown away among the muck.
I stare at the tracks, that bled my arms dry.
The only train to keep appearance, says destination goodbye.
I stand then sit at the station, I wait in anguish at the situation.
All the trains pass by me, there not for me to ride.
Quarantined inside my body, like a caged animal I solemnly.
Await for the conductor to call, my ticket of pain-free divorce.
Far away from buildings or places, out of phase I stare aimless.
At the faces that pass on by, so fast, without care, am I even there.
Cut off from the world around me, but I still feel the people surround me.
Will the train of destitution arrive, if not, how will I strive?
Like a diseased patient I lay in wait, a guessing game from a doctor’s fate.
Food to which I should not have eaten, side effects that fill my plate.
How do I change my state, it’s too late for contemplation.
So I isolate my self, from you, from me, and all that the world can be.
By Stuart Otway-Smith
An attempt to describe in poetry what Isolation feels like, a symptom of Fibromyalgia / Chronic Pain Syndrome.
National Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Association
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