M.S Poem by maria goodison

With every movement in every cell I feel you a taking
me in every way that there must be.
It doesn't matter what season it is your still there invading
My body with no care.
The pain, there no escape in every joint and muscles, every
nerve endings I feel you like a plague.
The weakness grows a little every day the way that my legs won't work
as one go left and one go right.
I even had to ask for some one to open a bag of ice to put in to
My drink, how depressing you've become to me.
Invagded, take over, a war that no one can see, but I do feel you in
every single way.
I know your there creeping across my nerves making it hard for me the
Sinlent killer the slow killer eating away at me.
This thing claiming a hold will take my will eventually and lever a wheelchair
Shaken legs, arms that can bearly hold a cup.
This thing it's name if you've not guessed by now is MS.