#dystonia
A contract with a God I signed
A contract with the wide skies
I was a knot - all tense and tied up
And I came happily undone
and it feels this twitch is the toll
Hey you ****** Whoever you are
I am neutering you, I am keeping you down
I'm marching for the Sun
Was it Prometheus or was it God?
I paid the price full for those
hidden magic pills
This is the small penalty for being free
Dystonia - for a perfect fit
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
*I once was able to run
nine miles a day,
now all those miles
seem so far away.
I am like a tree,
I am rooted where I stand
I am twisted up in unforgiving knots.
I know you think you understand,
but the truth is you don't
because you can move
and use your hands.
I am stuck twisted and contorted
in ways you could never understand.
My back is bent and rusted,
my knees creak and pop,
like an old car,
but I ran out of oil for my joints
now there stuck in odd positions.
You can only imagine.
I hurt, my pain burns to the bone,
grinding hard on my every move.
I can't move like you,
I twitch and ****
I shake and stutter,
my mind is full of painful clutter.
Dystonia since 1981,
I was born with a twitch, ****
and a stuttering switch with every move I make.
My nickname is Mizztwitch.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC