Crohn's Disease
Apart from the world
is how I feel.
Yet to me, this pain is everything that's real.
I close my eyes to remember a time;
of better days, the days I felt fine.
Years have past and yet I can't say,
that it has gotten easier, not even day by day.
The pain: unexplainable and strange.
I wish to God my body could be rearranged.
I hope someday there is a cure,
and when there is I'll take more and more.
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