Fight fight fight
My poetry flows like water down a stream
especially when I wake up to one of these violent dreams
they seem so damn real to me but I cannot help dreaming about my disease
I have Churg Strauss on the brain so they say
and these thoughts just simply won’t go away
I wish for some relief today but my joints already ache so I know I’m gonna pay!
Please oh please body give me a break
I have physical therapy today which I must take
and if I don’t my muscles will only grow weaker
digging the hole I’m currently stuck in even deeper
I dont want to be stuck in a wheelchair with on I look like a creeper
so please god if you’re out there let me be better.
I’m not asking for a cure just some relief
from this pain with which I have beef
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