I’m disturbed by the constant horrific nightmares night after night,
I’m maddened at the constant unyielding bewilderments day after day,
I’m frustrated at the complete unawareness of my illness around me,
I’m annoyed at people staring at me when we go out shopping,
I’m infuriated at the difficulty I have walking that makes me drag my feet as though I were wearing concrete boots,
I’m frustrated at not having a scrap of ‘On the spot’ support for my dear wife and myself,
I’m exasperated at people not letting me finish a sentence when specking and then trying to finish it for me,
I’m aggravated at not always being able to comprehend what people say to me,
I’m irritated by other people that keep interrupting when I’m speaking or typing so that I forget what I was talking about or typing,
I’m wound up at my body constantly shaking like a leaf,
I’m frustrated at no sooner has my dear wife told me something than I’ve forgotten what she said,
I’m annoyed at other people saying to my dear wife (What’s wrong with Barry! He looks alright to me!) but they can’t see or feel the daily confusions in my brain,
I’m wound up at my dear wife having to constantly explain about my illness to our neighbours and other people,
I’m frustrated at not being able to eat my food properly with a knife and fork,
I’m infuriated at not being able to go out alone,
I’m aggravated at looking outside the house at our new car but now can’t drive it,
I’m exasperated at my lose of attentiveness and concentration when trying to type at the computer,
I’m depressed at my lost ability to communicate coherently without stammering,
I’m furious at my absent-mindedness of people I once knew,
I’m angry at my condition and my personality changing more than the weather,
I’m incensed at the illness constantly warmongering upon my daily intent,
I’m annoyed at the constant noise around me and then causing affray in my brain,
I’m feed-up at having to take medications 3 times a day and day after day,
I’m frustrated that the romance part of my manhood has disappeared and yet I can still feel the inner emotions and desires that no longer respond,
I’m up-set at looking at the deep anguish in my darling wife’s eyes all the time and seeing her cry as she knows not what our future together holds,
And I’m annoyed at this illness taking my once fruitful life away from me...
“BUT” as of yet, I’m not giving up on life...
Barry ©
I’m maddened at the constant unyielding bewilderments day after day,
I’m frustrated at the complete unawareness of my illness around me,
I’m annoyed at people staring at me when we go out shopping,
I’m infuriated at the difficulty I have walking that makes me drag my feet as though I were wearing concrete boots,
I’m frustrated at not having a scrap of ‘On the spot’ support for my dear wife and myself,
I’m exasperated at people not letting me finish a sentence when specking and then trying to finish it for me,
I’m aggravated at not always being able to comprehend what people say to me,
I’m irritated by other people that keep interrupting when I’m speaking or typing so that I forget what I was talking about or typing,
I’m wound up at my body constantly shaking like a leaf,
I’m frustrated at no sooner has my dear wife told me something than I’ve forgotten what she said,
I’m annoyed at other people saying to my dear wife (What’s wrong with Barry! He looks alright to me!) but they can’t see or feel the daily confusions in my brain,
I’m wound up at my dear wife having to constantly explain about my illness to our neighbours and other people,
I’m frustrated at not being able to eat my food properly with a knife and fork,
I’m infuriated at not being able to go out alone,
I’m aggravated at looking outside the house at our new car but now can’t drive it,
I’m exasperated at my lose of attentiveness and concentration when trying to type at the computer,
I’m depressed at my lost ability to communicate coherently without stammering,
I’m furious at my absent-mindedness of people I once knew,
I’m angry at my condition and my personality changing more than the weather,
I’m incensed at the illness constantly warmongering upon my daily intent,
I’m annoyed at the constant noise around me and then causing affray in my brain,
I’m feed-up at having to take medications 3 times a day and day after day,
I’m frustrated that the romance part of my manhood has disappeared and yet I can still feel the inner emotions and desires that no longer respond,
I’m up-set at looking at the deep anguish in my darling wife’s eyes all the time and seeing her cry as she knows not what our future together holds,
And I’m annoyed at this illness taking my once fruitful life away from me...
“BUT” as of yet, I’m not giving up on life...
Barry ©