Poem

I wrote this while despondent from severe pain and spasms.  I welcome feedback.

 

The lights may be on

But darkness surrounds me.

I scream at the top of my voice

But no one hears me.

I cry,

Yet no one knocks at my door

To find out what is wrong.

Am I still invisible?

Do they not see

That my mind and body

Are fragile?

Can they not feel the anxiety

I feel,

With every jolt of pain

That courses through my body?

Can they not read

The desire

For the darkness to envelop me

When I am at

My lowest point?

God, why hast thou forsaken me?