7 November 2013

I’m in this battle for survival
These joints of mine are suicidal.
With dueling guns against myself,
RA is shooting my healthy cells.

I am now my worst enemy,
A cure is the only remedy.
I fight each round with uncaring meds,
Craving tranquilizer guns instead.

All the pep talks that I give me
Go in one ear and out my knee.
You think I’d be a better shot,
But when I get tired – it’s all I got.