Invisible

By Damien Knight
When you struggle And your eyes

won’t stay open but you must 

because if you don’t 

You are lazy, and worthless

Being sick, how they accuse
You look fine to me.

My illness is a haunting

A spectre, has me imprisoned 

In my “sound” body

Their judging eyes decieve them 

They don’t see my medicine 

Or know how long since I was 

able to take them

I sleep exhausted by life

A voice mocking my weakness

But I wont cave in.

This is what living is like

With invisible illness

And I am stronger!