The worst of the nights, the worst of the days

Seem to come more often of late

Leaving me exasperated:  a fine word indeed

When all one’s strength is gone.

Desperate cries to my Lord go out

Nothing comes back.  I am alone.

My beloved is here but can do nothing

He is helpless but to feed me something

In hopes I won’t choke, that it might help.

The wretched seizures are more pervasive now

I cannot think of a greater hell

When my head bangs so, my breath does not come

And my thoughts are stuck in stun mode.

Then my Doc cancels again

How is this even right when I am in need

So much is wrong in that office

Leaving me to fend for myself again.

Years have gone by

With nary a change

I guess if another day passes

I must still be alive.