Arthritis you wicked bitch

Arthritis you wicked bitch

Pain that makes each movement worse.

FeetA twist, a twinge, a heavy sigh,

You linger close, and I ask why.

You turn good days to endless ache,

Every step feels like a mistake.

A thief of comfort, a master of dread,

You haunt the waking, invade my bed.

Each crack and twinge, you draw me near,

A constant whisper, “You’ll feel me here.”

You steal the light, you dim the cheer,

Oh, arthritis, your presence is clear.

A battle fought each single day,

You take my strength in every way.

A simple task now feels like war,

With each passing moment, I feel you more.

Feet and knees pain hursts so bad

stop the bus I can’t take any more.