Parkinsons

Is it the drugs or is it the disease? That's slowly drowning me in the deepest of seas.. The everyday battle, I fight with each breath, has become overwhelming, I'm out of my depth. I feel it now, I'm losing this war. I'm nowhere near as strong as I was before. It's not just physical, it's mental too, this disease will win but I always knew. To fight so hard, every minute,, every day,, shortens time, in its own unique way.. Like a boxer, tired, waiting for the bell but there is no next round in this continuous hell. Although I will lose, of this I am sure, there might soon be a cure through the next door