Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell
How can I conquer this World of Hell?
Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell
I compel this sickle cell to dispel
This illness that one cannot smell
Sometimes is a pain beyond hell
Each day is a blessing when you are well
Which day can you tell? Which scent can you smell?
Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell
Hey can you spell?
Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell
Today I am bound to my motel
Why not come out of your shell?
Than hide in my painful shoulders that swell
My friends will never know when it is farewell
This is an illness one cannot fairly buy or sell
I wish I could round this up in a nutshell
My body each day rings endlessly alarm bells
This World I live in is spiritually parallel
My thoughts are refined to those of an infidel
And I question ‘Shall I dwell on resigning to sickle cell? '
Or do I continue to fight this nightmare of a bombshell?
Dedicated to all those who suffer from Sickle Cell.
Copyright 2019 Lovina Sylvia Chidi
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A refined poetic imagination, Lovina Sylvia. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.