A casket of uncertainty filled with medical mysteries, hard to solve and impossible to cure.
A packet of misery, nebulous pain too difficult to explain.
A receptacle of recycled excuses for missed out on occasions and lost memories that will never be made.
A box of overwhelming grief over a life forever altered by the ravages of disease.
A parcel of unmet dreams, plans adrift in a sea of unwelcome infirmity.
A container of disappointing maladies, dictating the day, changing on a whim, reeking havoc on intended goals.
A bin of lost purpose, disordered thinking and foggy judgement.
A trap of confining definition, this is who you’ve become.