My mind

My mind is always moving on
I can not concentrate on writing
a novel or poem , my mind is
pounding on and on

People around are whispering they know
how life is special, life is precious ,
this gossip will always go round
and round

I am so lost in this maze of life
This disease is becoming a reality,
am scared though it might be this
parkinson of mine that has got
caught in the middle
of a whirl wind life