By
Bud Lemire
I've forgotten what it is to feel normal, it's been quite awhile
I'm so tired of living every day in fear
Not so much of dying, but the pain within each year
Every moment, so scared and so unsure
Of what will happen next, hoping for a cure
They try everything, I feel like a guinea pig
A bone marrow biopsy, so much pain when they dig
Yes, I won't deny it, I get very depressed
Each day can be a struggle, because I am always stressed
Blood transfusions, always going for some test
The Doctors remind me, to take time to rest
These days I use a Walker, and I wear a mask
Then there are those people, who always have to ask
I try not to let them know, what I'm going through
In this poem right now, you will have a clue
I have to watch my body, for any symptoms that appear
Then call the Doctors quickly, which activates my fear
For many years, I have lived and battled this
Praying that some day, I'll have a little bit more bliss
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