Rust (Parkinson’s Disease)

I’ve been,
Told,
That,
Each person,
Is affected,
Differently,
By,
The disease,
That eats,
Away,
At me,
Night and day,
My brain,
Is damaging,
Itself,
They say,
But,
All,
I see,
Is rust,
Coloured,
Hands,
And feet,
It started,
With a tremor,
In my hands,
When,
I was sitting,
Watching,
The,
TV,
I thought,
It was,
Just a sign,
Of old age,
Next,
It was,
My walking,
I was slow,
Like I was,
Trying,
To walk through,
Triffle,
The rust,
Now consuming,
It’s way,
To my legs,
And the,
Last,
Was,
I felt,
Stiff,
And tense,
In my muscles,
I found,
It difficult,
To make,
Expressions,
With my face,
They were,
All warning,
Signs,
And the,
GP,
Said,
It’s,
Parkinson’s Disease,
How could,
They be so sure,
I asked aloud,
So,
They asked,
Loads,
Of questions,
About,
My balance,
My pee,
My sense of smell,
If I had any nerve pain,
Or if I had,
Problems,
With my poo,
Was I eating,
And drinking well,
Did I feel dizzy?
Was I sleeping ok?
Was I sweating,
Too much?
Did I feel depressed?
How was my memory?
When I answered,
Their questions,
The diagnostics,
Was confirmed,
But,
It wasn’t the end,
They gave me pills,
And other remedies,
Though,
The rust,
Will continue,
To eat my,
Brian,
At least for now,
I have help.
So,
My body,
Doesn’t rust away too