I’m crying inside,
can’t you see?
It’s because I
have dreaded MND
I put on a brave
face for others
Hoping that they
don’t discover
How unhappy I am
with my life
As I cope with the
trauma and strife
And the ‘knock-on’
effects
That bloody MND
does project
It’s hard to make
them understand
About the really
bad hand
I’ve been dealt,
it’s a blow
I just want them
to know
That, try as I
might
To put up a fight
It’s becoming
quite tough
As the ‘going’
gets rough
To think
positively
Though I know it
isn’t just me
Who’s affected by
this
That their
life isn’t just bliss
I just need to say
That, at the end
of the day
They can escape my
nightmare
While I’m still
left in the despair
That this awful
thing brings
For, there are no
swings
And roundabouts
here
Just snakes, not
ladders I fear
Am I really the
only one
Who, when all’s
said and done
Thinks
that life with MND is quite crap!
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