It came at the full blossom of youth
He was strong, good looking and full of life
Slowly at first with an ache and a twitch
Like a thief in the shadows jealous of youth
Plucking at the blossoms of stability and agility
Never giving back always taking
Plucking the flower now of mobility and independence
Always taking no remission
What started slowly is now violent and vicious
Ripping into muscle and nerve
Youth has gone, but a blaze of colour still in his eyes
Locked in a broken body
Still fighting the thief in the shadows
That is now attacking internal organs
With no remission, nothing returned.
All that is left is a life of clutching at straws
Belief in false profits and chasing dreams
His days are long, but not as long as the nights
The hissing silence and the pulse of a broken heart
But when will it end, this disastrous mess
Taken by the monster M.S.
© Navaster Twistree
About the Author
Navaster Twistree is aged 46 and from the north of England he is a father and husband. He has a various number of poetry published on line but none in print.
Due to a life altering work related accident he started writing and telling poems from the age of thirty.
Having Irish grandparent who travelled the world and passed down the art of storytelling to young Navaster Limericks and storytelling is in his DNA. https://about.me/navaster.twistree
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