Truth is the only wish.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

Iin this poem I have tried to bring out how lonely the sufferers must be when their families and friends block them out from social interaction. It’s true that communication is difficult but it must be so lonely shut within your shell watching others live as though nothng has changed.

The Sunday lunch setting then reminded me how torturous it must be to have your senses stimulated by food and yet, because of swallowing difficulties, all you will be fed is a tasteless milk protein drink!

Isolation was the cruelest of punishments.

Don’t be cooped up inside…

A feeling that guts us at our core. A fear. One that I don’t presently have, but remember vividly.

The way bipolar feels.

This poem is about being alone and depressed while I was growing up.

Sammy Green was a resident of Rabun county in northeast Georgia, where the Foxfire magazine originated.

One night in London…

When someone gets to the end of their life, company and love are so important to them.