Housebound

Stuck in this house

White walls

Sparse decor

Done my best to call it home

Too hot to sit outside

Too weak to stand from bed

Just lay and rest

Just decay in peace

But I suffer

Nowhere to run

Only left with white walls

As blank as the certainty

Of my future

What is in this present

If not sparsity to enjoy?

Loved ones care not for diagnoses

Only directions

If I were gone

I would be missed

But missed for what I did

Or what I represented?

The present is a gift

But only for those

Who appreciate it

Why can’t I?