A Chronic Visitor
There seems no end in sight.
It seems the visitor that has been coming and going is a part of my life now.
When being visited, I see no time of departure.
When not being visited, I am free and do not want to be visited again, but...
...there seems no end in sight, she comes back and haunts me, again.
I cannot tell her to leave, I cannot push her away, I cannot even hide!
When I least expect her return, here she is...in my presence.
I know she hates the sunshine, she hates when I am all smiles.
My new visitor loves the rain, the cold, even storms.
Storms were a friend of mine, storms I enjoyed.
Now the storms well, they are dreadful, as an enemy, as dreadful as her return.
Because of her I do not like the storms...for she visits during storms.
When she is here, I only want her to leave!
I have no idea when!
I do not know when she will leave once she arrives.
There seems no end in sight!
Once she leaves...I know it is not the end!
I know she will be back!
She always shows up...I can't stand her anymore!
I am tired of her presence.
I have even asked for help to get rid of her.
Over the years, over time, I requested of many people to help get rid of her.
She leaves for a while, she comes back, she leaves...she comes back!
It is a way of life now...me, her, us.
There will not be an end, she is here to stay.
I have learned to live with her while in her presence, and the dread of her while she is away.
I see no end in sight for this never ending cycle.
There seems no end in sight for my chronic pain to go away.
It seems the visitor that has been coming and going is a part of my life now.
When being visited, I see no time of departure.
When not being visited, I am free and do not want to be visited again, but...
...there seems no end in sight, she comes back and haunts me, again.
I cannot tell her to leave, I cannot push her away, I cannot even hide!
When I least expect her return, here she is...in my presence.
I know she hates the sunshine, she hates when I am all smiles.
My new visitor loves the rain, the cold, even storms.
Storms were a friend of mine, storms I enjoyed.
Now the storms well, they are dreadful, as an enemy, as dreadful as her return.
Because of her I do not like the storms...for she visits during storms.
When she is here, I only want her to leave!
I have no idea when!
I do not know when she will leave once she arrives.
There seems no end in sight!
Once she leaves...I know it is not the end!
I know she will be back!
She always shows up...I can't stand her anymore!
I am tired of her presence.
I have even asked for help to get rid of her.
Over the years, over time, I requested of many people to help get rid of her.
She leaves for a while, she comes back, she leaves...she comes back!
It is a way of life now...me, her, us.
There will not be an end, she is here to stay.
I have learned to live with her while in her presence, and the dread of her while she is away.
I see no end in sight for this never ending cycle.
There seems no end in sight for my chronic pain to go away.