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
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