My view is no longer bright –
I am loosing my clear sight.

Not a sign of getting old,
But a side effect from the meds, I am told.

It is hard to adjust
And easy to loose trust.

Many words are out of my brain –
Will they ever come back again?

My muscles are weak;
It is not easy to speak.

I am tired
And the Meds make me feel wired.

I am afflicted with a horrible disease,
Bothered by the slightest breeze.

But I am getting stronger.
I hope this illness will not last much longer.