One day soon The choice will come That this life of mine Will soon be gone Doc's tell me Get things in novice But we know not The day, nor hour Or, of which order No longer can I keep The fight going on With Sarcoidosis Abusing my lungs Now my heart Slowly beats The body is tired To take more Match's to defeat But my mind Is not weak It's clear as day Hope you get What I'm trying to say Not saying I'm giving up But this spell of Voodoo Of the disease, that kills Is taking over Shorter breathes in between When I walk or speak Calling all my Angels Watching over me Just let me have A little more time With the family To fight like soldiers In a desert field Build me up to bloom Like a flower On a Spring mourning hill What come What may Everlasting prayer's In a whisper Without fear I'll take that bow Just not today A little bit later
I have this disease called Sarcoidosis, there's not much known of it. I've had this disease a very long time, since in my 20's, I'm now 47. Have wanted to write something of this along time now. I hope one day more attention will be applied to it, because a lot of people die from this. There seems to be no answer to why?
Hello to all, sorry I haven't been here in awhile, just want to say still hanging in there even though the challenges have made some things difficult with family member's. Keep your prayer's in your request line for me. Just turned 51, looks like "God" must till need me here to keep my creative vision of poetry fruitful.