I am trapped
in the jerks
and spasms,
the head
bobbing,
and hand
shaking
of a relentless
disease.
I stand
at my window
frozen in that
moment,
my mind
frantically
searching
for the
command
that tells
my body
to move.
I listen to
the fan
whirring,
the dryer
spinning,
the leaves
falling off
their
branches
making the
loudest
sounds
as their
dry,
crisp
bodies
hit the
ground.
I wonder
what kind
of noise
I'll make
when I die.
There are
times
when the
pain is
so bad
I can hear
my body
screaming
inside
my head.
I sometimes
wish
Death
would come.
I am tired.
Tired of
struggling
every day,
while others
pretend I'll
live forever.
All my days
are long now,
every moment
more precious
than the
one before.
I drink in as
much of this
life as I can,
pushing through
the pain
hoping I'll have
a chance,
next time
around
to live
forever.
Jupiterjane