I look into the mirror
And staring back at me
Apathy filled eyes
Numb to what I see
Now my affect is flat
Unable to smile or frown
Just a crooked face
The left side pulling down
My head also tilted
Almost on my shoulder
It's only been three years
I look so much older
These hands unreliable
Any task must wait
My feet drag as I walk
An uncoordinated gait
My voice is unfamiliar
Simple words hard to find
The answering machine me
Is someone I left behind
Constant aches and spasms
Fill every day and night
A curse without a cure
Opponent I can't fight
My family and my friends
Has each gone their way
Unable to comprehend
"Get over it" they'd say
Depression has set in
Like double indemnity
I've isolated myself
My zone rejection free
I used to work so hard
And I was a lot of fun
But now, I am nothing
My dystonia, you've won
©S. Austin Vincoski
