Diabetes I Hate You

By Sandra Adams

Dishearten me if that is your will
I have seen countless others dance in your shadows
Abandoned, alone within your grasp
Bested through your touch
Exhausted they fell
Too tired to two-step to the beat of their own hearts
Empathetic eyes closing before me for one last time
Silence replacing their laughter

I remember all too well

Have you come for me now?
Alas! I will not dance and fall to your touch!
Twirl around with the thoughts in my mind
Entertain yourself with my childhood pain

You etched those memories there
Obnoxious thief that you are
Unhand me, I don’t care to dance

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