The Knee

I’m heavy in every way!

So heavy, my knee plays

Havoc from my weight,

I’m left in an awful state!

No cartilage left,

Weight part of the theft!

Just bone on bone

Left, I’ve become

Reliant on my ruby red crutches,

Stil I walk, it crunches!

A new knee is what I need!

The surgeon pays no heed,

For dangerous the surgery,

Appertaining to anaesthesiology.

Psych meds help not the cause,

Removing them, dangerous because,

Reliant I am to stop depression,

Psychosis is well worth a mention!

So here I sit, afraid to move,

Never will it improve,

Until I lose all the weight

Then a new one he’ll create.

Free from pain I will be,

A new lease on life, set me free,

Heavyness a curse I must bear,

Happen it will not I fear!