About Parkinson’s Disease. This is a disease that claimed my grandfather’s life. I was always so sad about not being able to get to know my grandfather. When I was telling someone about it, they told me… well imagine how he feels. I did and I wrote a poem about it. It was an eye-opening experience by looking at it though my grandfather’s eyes.
Tears running down my cheeks
Spilled ink pours onto my lap
I clear my desk with my hands
In between the sobs I curse life
I slam my fist down
Cover my face with my hands
Miserable with my own self
For I am changing
Wrinkles cover my face
Loose skin saturates my tired body
My hands stiffen
I am embraced with this disease
It holds me tight and won’t let go
Leaving me with incomprehensible thoughts
And my family filled with tears
Worse and worse, day by day
My cure couldn’t come too soon
If I had a mind, I would think of it myself
Why am I locked in a prison called self?
People are crying…
I recognize them, but I don’t know their names
My body is numb
My heart is breaking
The faces of children staring at me
with wondering eyes
I wonder what they are thinking
I wish I could get to know them
But my mouth refuses my urge to speak
I wish to hug them, but I cannot move
I wish to look at the but my eyes have closed
And locked the door behind them
I want to watch my family grow
But my body refused to live another day
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