M.S.

 

M.S.

 

By: Jasmin Caraway

 

I ask myself, “How could this happen to you?”

Curled up in a fetal position

All is lost; I’m one of the few

 

Wandering down the empty halls of my thoughts, searching for a clue

My mind deceiving my body of its dangerous mission

I ask myself, “How could this happen to you?”

 

I want the curtain to fall…bid you all “Ado!”

Isolate myself from this naïve crowd filled with tension

All is lost; I’m one of the few

 

My brain is where the trouble is, its broken…I know its true

I lay back and get taken over by the obsession

I ask myself, “How could this happen to you?”

 

Why not me? Why is this something I shouldn’t go though?

But it slithered through the grass, like a serpent with perfect duration

All is lost; I’m one of the few

 

I can’t take this constant and undeniable feud

From a disease that has created a disastrous collision

I ask myself, “How could this happen to you?”

All is lost; I’m one of the few…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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okmom23 5 years ago from Midwest, U.S.A.

All is not lost,

for the future unfolds.

Leaving you open,

to a future unknown.

Perspective takes hold,

Possibilities abound.

Wishing you well.


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Jen's Solitude 5 years ago from Delaware

Great description of the emotional battle we face while trying to accept what we cannot change. Thanks for sharing your struggle with us and how it makes you feel.

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