The Pain Of Arthritis
It’s a curse. The pains so bad at time’s, I just cry and cry.
The Pain Of Arthritis
Arthritis grips my legs, my knees,
Turning motion into pleas.
No pain compares, no end in sight,
It steals my days and haunts my nights.
Each step is heavy, slow, unsure,
A battle fought without a cure.
The simplest tasks feel out of reach,
With aching joints that never ease.
Yet still within, a hope in sight,
I refuse to give in to this cruel name.
Though joints may ache, my will stays strong,
My heart beats hope, my fight is long.
One day I pray there will be a cure for me
Then I can live in normality.
Unfortunately till this cure is found,
pain killers might help me walk around.
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