Your love was never real.

A poem on twilight on various moods and colors.

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

In this poem I’ve again approached the subject of the juvenile strain of the illness (JHD). Although rare, HD does affect children. Without the recognition of HD, even in their own familes, who knows how many Melindas there are out there?