Denis Kucharski

Rookie - 80 Points (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

Arthritis - Poem by Denis Kucharski

I look in the mirror
And see how this disease has changed me
Fatter, balder, sicker, uglier
Slower, I have become a parody
Of myself

And as the medicine causes the weight to gain
People can judge me
Lazy, self-indulgent, all those things
Pass your judgments
I will take them all

And hobble along
With this dreaded disease
That stiffens my back
Swells my joints
And robs me of joy
At this tender age of 33
But going on 90

Cancer took my mother
Arthritis took my health
And life got the better of me

There's little else to take
Job has had his fill
And there's no happy ending
To this sob story.
I need a 'deus ex machina'

But I've learned to stop hoping for miracles
The minute my mother took her last breath
We were all left
With no breath either
In this vast wasteland
Of nothingness.

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  • (4/27/2010 1:27:00 AM)


    Raw and real. You show generosity with your candor and it is appreciated. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 27, 2010


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