My Sickness

As most of my other poems, this one has 100 words as well.

Encephalitis is my sickness's name:

I've had it for about thirteen years.

Of course It has got me lose fame,

which had gotten me cry tears!

 

I naturally take so much med(s),

with the help of my sweet Mom.

They’ve surely gone to my head,

which is never actually calm!

 

Any pill I’d take is vital to me,

since I always need to take them.

They’re like my sad health’s key.

If I don’t take all, then mayhem!

 

I can easily have a panic attack,

or sometimes even a seizure.

It’s like I’d be whacked.

Gosh, I am a griever…

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I love your sweet poem even though it tells of the problems you experience with encephalitis. You approach it with courage and humor "It's like I'd be whacked."-we don't want that to happen! Love the rhythm, flow and rhyme. Take your meds and keep writing dear girl!

[ThisVivian]

Thanks so much saying you "don't want that to happen"! You are such a dear lady~!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Take good care of yourself Vivian. Sending hugs to you! :))

[ThisVivian]

Aw, thanks! You're such a SWEET lady!
~ sending hugs back to you ~ :D