The Diagnosis

I feel as though, there's a numbness in my head,
But I'm not dead,
My brain is fighting through thick clouds of fluff,
Indistinguishable stuff,
Reactions are of a slow and thickening kind,
Enveloping the mind,
With tiredness setting in, and responses slow,
Of thoughts, there is no flow,
This trauma that has hit us sharp and cruel,
Has left me short of fuel; ,
Energy has petered out and so,
I'm feeling pretty low,
But positive I know I have to be,
For 'him'. you see!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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