Stolen

I wake up with pent up burden and strife,

Secretly waiting for a miracle to heal my life

Now unacquainted with life and normality,

But enviously desiring a different reality

I Speculate each of my dreaded fears,

And imprison each of my loosened tears.

Whilst alternate endings await my plea,

I nervously anticipate worse to accompany.

I deteriorate more with each passing day,

Disguising the truth as I tell myself its okay.

But false mental illusions I’m unable to sustain.

Because of my disabling body and tired brain.

Fighting against myself I clamber to refuse,

My abilities stolen away from now and future use.

All too abruptly taken away, within the blink of an eye,

Four years has already stolen by.