The Woes of Rheumatoid
I got up once again in the middle of the night to take another required pee,
I looked down and saw a bit of blood from the kidneys dying inside of me,
This morning I felt weak and felt a strange sensation below my waist,
My bowels were moving to quickly and I had to run with great haste.
I then proceeded to climb the steps to go outside for that dreaded smoke,
My right knee was barely functioning and felt like it was twisted or broke,
I try to pick up my daughter but my hands begin to hurt and become a claw,
My joints are always so sore and my organs have now become a flaw.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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