UNDER ATTACK

 My Body Is Drained. Each Day As I Awaken,Will It Be Weaker Or Will It Be The Same. Pain, Pain Go Away. Please Come Back Another Day.
When I Use My Fold Up Walker Or I Have Go To Mall Grocery Shopping, It’s Like Each Day Is The Same.

The Gov And The Docs, Leave Us That Suffer In Shock. If They Refuse To Operate Then Leave Us To Go On Stronger And Stronger Meds, Left To Deal With Our Pain To Try And Block. Every Time I Go Out Side Trying To Feel Good And Full Of Pride. I Need To Consume More Meds Then Usual, All the More My Mind Is Fed. They Don’t Understand That Each Time That I Go Out And Have To Manually Wheel Myself Around, Pushing Pound For Every Exhausting Pound Aground That, I Require More Meds Than If I Were Just Sitting Or Lying About,Watching The Time Go A Tic Then, A Toc.
 
All Of My Bones, Marrow Of The Bones, Muscles, Tissue, And Veins, All Feel So Drastically Drained. It’s As If I’ve Been Poured Out Like Liquid. It’s Almost Like M S, Or Am I Slowly Disintegrating, More And More Each Descending Day, As My Once Strong Before Body Weakens. Most Humans From Abroad Are Thinking That I’m Insane.

Riddle Me This. Riddle Me That. Riddle Me To Do. Some Days, I Just Don’t Know Anymore What To Do? Monkeys In A Cage Rattling The Bars To Release Their Pain, Living In A Zoo.

When My Body Goes Under Attack, It’s So Very Hard For My Mind To Spring Right Back.
Oh! My Sore Achy, Breaky Back. Oh! Lord This I Pray For The Ole Back That’s Whacked.

This Poem I Write For All Who’s Back Is Slack. Please Lord God I Pray. Heal Us All On This Day. And Now Lord. Give Me Some Smack. AMEN!