At Four A.M.

At four a.m., I lie awake; the world is still.

The body is stiff, won’t toss or turn, my mind churns.

Another day, legs still don’t work, hours to fill.

So many things I cannot do. I brood until

My mind rages, fills with regrets, and then it yearns.

At four a.m., I lie awake; the world is still.

I’d like to walk through a park, maybe climb a hill,

Chase a ball, jump for joy – I’d love to. My mind burns;

Another day, legs still don’t work, hours to fill

Watching TV, surfing the Net. It gives me a chill,

That thought of nothing to do, and my stomach just turns.

At four a.m., I lie awake; the world is still.

It’s strange, how many times I have wished I felt ill

And content with what I cannot do. Weird concerns.

Another day, legs still don’t work, hours to fill.

Damned Multiple Sclerosis, it’s a bitter pill.

Stay positive, they say. I try, but anger returns.

At four a.m., I lie awake, the world is still;

Another day, legs still don’t work, hours to fill.