A Sickness Poem by Ray Hansell

Nobody knows the torment
That I have been through
But I'm sure there are other
Who are also hurting to

It seems each day
Is lived in pain
But yet,
No two days are ever the same

I've had some good days
But they are few and far between
I've been looking for a rainbow
But they are seldom seen

I spend my days inside my home
I can't face the world outside
That is where I feel safe
It's my place to hide

Maybe someday soon
I don't really know when
I'll walk outside my door
To be ready, to face the world again

But for now I must remain
Exactly who I am
The man who lives alone
In this world without a friend

4-13-10/RJH