Arthritis you wicked bitch
Pain that makes each movement worse.
FeetA twist, a twinge, a heavy sigh,
You linger close, and I ask why.
You turn good days to endless ache,
Every step feels like a mistake.
A thief of comfort, a master of dread,
You haunt the waking, invade my bed.
Each crack and twinge, you draw me near,
A constant whisper, “You’ll feel me here.”
You steal the light, you dim the cheer,
Oh, arthritis, your presence is clear.
A battle fought each single day,
You take my strength in every way.
A simple task now feels like war,
With each passing moment, I feel you more.
Feet and knees pain hursts so bad
stop the bus I can’t take any more.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
yes, it is a witch
Great
Very well written and the frustrating word play is so realistic that it almost feels like it’s fighting to get out! You smashed this one, as you always do
Awesome writing on Arthritis.
Arthritis sucks! Very well written! Great job!
Arthritis is wicked and crippling. I am sorry you are afflicted with it, Most people are when they get to be a certain age. You photo is very informative.