Just call me MS.... a poem by Shirley Petrandis

One more for you diehard poet fans... I wrote this for a friend battling this malady. He is a talented and beautiful soul. I pray for a cure in his lifetime. God bless you, Paul Nicholas. Always, Shirley Petrandis

...Just call me MS…

 

Some call me a scourge of nature,

That preys on young and old.

I’ve been around since the dawn of time,

And as of yet can’t be controlled.

 

I attack your nervous system,

And disrupt immunity function.

Ultimately disable my victims,

By damaging their nerve protection.

 

My name is Multiple Sclerosis,

From the Latin word for scar.

Named when physicians noticed,

My victim’s brains and chords were marred.

 

There are four variations of me,

The end result always the same.

Either complete or partial loss,

Of function of the chord or brain.

 

And though I am slow in prevailing,

No one knows what causes me.

Some believe environmental factors,

Others think, genetics, the key.

 

I do what I’m programmed to do,

It’s just nature, don’t you see?

It’s up to you to find a cure,

If you desire to be rid of me.

 

 

Please help us find a cure…..

Shirley Petrandis - aka- SJ Sinister/Copyright/2007

 

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

Beautiful...breathtaking...haunting. I love this piece, there was a sense of depth that almost went between the lines of this piece.

And though I am slow in prevailing,
No one knows what causes me.
Some believe environmental factors,
Others think, genetics, the key.

--I LOVE these lines...not sure why I am draw to them in particular, but I am. Great.