Shrouded in DarKness
This Diabetic Demon
Tightens Its grip
Relentlessly squeezing
Down but not out
Three times before
But now this Diabetic Demon
Drags Him towards Death’s Door
We all have our doubts
We all have our theories
Doctors cannot answer
All of our queries
Reasons are mysteries
But his history
Is misery
Will He come to
Will He succumb to
Will He walk with me
Or will He walk with his brother
That is their belief
Not mine
I believe
There is no life
After you leave this behind
My mind wanders
Bottle and pen in hand
Alternately
Bottle then pen
Pen then bottle
Maybe this is the End
Maybe I shouldn’t bother
It's Not a very common place thing to write a poem on diabetes.The personification of diabetes as a demon is brilliant. On a personal note I lost my dad to diabetes
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