This Stomach of Mine

Aching, churning

this stomach of mine keeps me tossing and turning

All I ask is for one night of blissful sleep

free from the stress, the anxiety I keep

During the day it has me writhing in pain

grasping for any sense of composure I can retain

A disruption in my daily life

I wonder what could be creating so much strife

Doctors don’t have answers, just more tests for me to take

Why can’t they find the cure for goodness sake?

And so I continue to toss and turn throughout the night

Holding onto the hope one day there will be light


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