Y ME

Myalgic Encephalopathy

Took me completely by surprise

Sapping all my energy

Leading to my demise

My mind is now a nebula

Clouding my fragile cognition

Its cellular so irregular

My fuel has no ignition

Like

A weary elephant lumbering

To its final resting place

Or

A sedate sloth slumbering

From a branch with its embrace

My muscles ache like a tired lion

Its prey it has forsaken

Cannot feed its scion

Without bringing home the bacon

So many times I have pined

For my elephant grave

Those times too weak to find

The strength to be so brave

And now ‘Dead donkeys’

Is the only game I play

I lie down and I freeze

As my children begin to bray

The object to make me flinch

And tag me as my body moves

But to me it’s such a cinch

As M.E. in this game behooves

And like Madonna’s tweedle

I once got into the groove

But like an old record needle

I’m now stuck and cannot move

And please God forbid

Me getting any worse

Or they’ll be closing the coffin lid

Before sliding me in the hearse