BRUTAL

How is it possible, how can it be That I have been diagnosed, with MND. Some say I'm a warrior, brave and strong, But sometimes it's hard to carry on. At first you think it's not too bad, I can live without the use of my hand I once had. But the brutal dictator thinks that's not enough, It attacks the other hand and that is so tough As you struggle to keep upon your two feet After a couple of falls, you're feeling beat. And so the tyrant rampages on And before you know it, your voice is gone. If that's not enough, your face will change And suddenly your smile, looks really strange! Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry You just can't stop, even though you try. You may think that's it, that must be it all How can this disease, be even more cruel! Excessive saliva and choking on food, With depression and fear affecting your mood Next step, your muscles are fading away You feel pain as your Neurones die day by day Your body is twitching all over the place. Saliva is drooling all down your face. As the disease rampages on, you struggle to breathe Your part of a club, that you just cannot leave Food and drink is fed through a tube Another thing gone, affecting your mood Your mental health is even worse You feel like your living under a curse You look at others with a jealous glare And wonder how life is so unfair Your loved ones are affected too And miss the person they once knew You can see your dreams go up in smoke But where there is life there is always hope And so you tick off another day Your life was just not planned this way So make the most of life and don't be glum Tomorrow is not promised for anyone