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Limboland
by Jane Drebus
Mystery
It's got to be they're missing something My history is so clear to me I have much of what every MS site lists It should be clear for all to see. Yet the days go by and expenses add up His cavalier attitude further rankles Another MRI on better machinery To say it's clear is bull up to my ankles. I know I have MS, yet they keep saying NO When will the spots make their appearance? So much importance on tiny specks When, oh, when will those little lesions show? I've got a few bands and certainly the SX's I'd clinch a diagnosis if the lesions would appear But no, day after day I await what may never be I constantly wonder why Fate is cursing me. I cry, I throw things in desperation I know I'm not alone, but that doesn't help I sink in my chair and dream of another way I feel like a wounded pup without the strength to yelp. I've read it often takes time, which I don't have Not for this maddening disease anyway Why can't I be at least like other MSers? Acknowledged, branded with the letters, say? Then just maybe they'd give me the drugs Instead they just keep me on file Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, While the MonSter has his way awhile. No, I cannot be braver longer I want to dig in my head a bit Loosen those lesions I know are there Raise them to the surface to sit. So Limboland is my plot in life It's a kind of hell for sure I pray, oh Lord, for that point in time When I DON'T have an MRI so pure! JANE DREBUS COPYRIGHT 2009
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