Beset with a serious illness
I waste away weak
And unwilling, rage and rail at everyone and the world
Enervated, I lack the energy
Necessary for goodness
I languish, lamenting my lack
Of energy, enervated, angry
I know I am better than I am
Suffering, I grow insufferable
Strain the patience of my friends
Alienate my acquaintances
Struggle with my beloved
Commitments constrain the convalescence I crave
I rave at the world in this illness
And pray my relations will stay
Until I return their love
When I heal, return whole, regain my heart
David Fekete 