Poem ( Parkinson's)

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I don’t know where my street cred’s gone

I used to know the score,

But now each day I wrack my mind

to find something to say

I’m not the man I used to be

confident and strong

now I seem to worry about

everything all day long

Where has he gone that man I was

he’s gone, I’ve lost my voice

I cannot live the life I knew

I can’t go on like I had a choice

This was the poem I was given to work with. It was a very interesting poem. I got the idea of a surrealist type of image, where someone was lost and struggling with the disease. I liked the image of hands grabbing out and almost dragging the person back.