Imprisoned

I am imprisoned from the outside world

locked me up, threw away the key.

A sentence has been placed on my head,

despite my prayers and innocent plea.

Dragged on my knees, I kiss goodbye

all my small pleasures and simple things,

For never did I think my flight

would cease, robbed of my angelic wings.

Were there cataracts on the outside of my eyes?

I never saw this coming toward me before,

for in the fine fabrics of my humanity

were scribbled the troubles I’d have in store.

I never thought a dry mouth meant this,

weren’t water bottles the items of summer?

A prick of the finger told me otherwise,

that I’d be diseased for what could be forever.

A mere treat of the mouth can ruin me,

dependent I am on the syringe’s tip,

I’d do anything to have my good health back,

I cry and mourn with a quivering lip.

The gavel did smash too hard that day,

I wish Mom prolonged my blissful world,

so that for one more day I’d be free of pain

and never hear that noxious word:

Diabetes.

A/N: It's what I wrote "in the beginning", so please don't get offended if the poem makes the problem seem worse than it actually is...