M.S.

I have a disease

That slowly eats away

At times it can displease

My body does nothing but betray

 

I used to enjoy a long walk

Or a hike or climb

Now I feel like a corn stalk

Covered in grime

 

Stuck in a chair

Crying all the time

Not even brushing my hair

Changed overnight like a dime

 

Now I sit here and think

What good am I to you or me

Then I just sink

Into a depression, where I feel I should be

 

But I realized that I am stronger

Then this disease

I been fighting way longer

Sometimes I just want to sneeze

 

I will beat this feeling inside

I will get back to me

It is going to be a ride

To get me back the way I want to be

 

I am up for the challenge

As long as you are too

I may have to scavenge

Through my past of blue

 

All the feelings of hate

That I have deep within me

That continue to grate

Until I can just be