In the realm of neurons, where whispers weave,
A tale of affliction, a fate to grieve.
Parkinson's, a shadow that subtly steals,
Dancing with neurons, as destiny reveals.
Within the brain's theater, a tragic play,
Substantia nigra, where troubles lay.
Neurons, once vibrant, now falter and fade,
Dopamine's symphony, in silence, betrayed.
Tremors emerge, a poignant ballet,
Fingers that tremble, in dusk's soft array.
Involuntary waltz, hands held by the night,
A dance with shadows, a trembling fright.
Bradykinesia, the slow, languid waltz,
Time's cruel grip, in each movement, exalts.
Tasks once routine, now battles uphill,
In the labyrinth of slowness, a struggle to fulfill.
Limbs seize with rigidity's cold embrace,
Resistance to movement, a relentless chase.
Joints whisper tales of stiffness and strife,
A body's rebellion against the dance of life.
Postural instability, a precarious trance,
Balance disrupted in a delicate dance.
Coordination falters, a waltz amiss,
A ballet on a tightrope, a dangerous abyss.
Yet beyond the stage, where motor woes play,
Non-motor shadows, in silence, hold sway.
Cognitive changes, a memory's decay,
Lost in the folds of a dimming day.
Sleep, restless companion, elusive and sly,
Insomnia's cloak in the midnight sky.
Restless legs roam in the nocturnal gloom,
Dreams obscured in insomnia's loom.
Moods swirl, a tempest within the mind,
Depression's fog, anxiety entwined.
A soul's burden in Parkinson's embrace,
A silent battle in the mind's sacred space.
Autonomic whispers, a symphony askew,
Blood pressure's rebellion, digestion askew.
Involuntary functions, a body's silent plea,
Lost in the shadows of autonomy.
Genes and environment, a mystic blend,
The genesis of Parkinson's, a puzzle to mend.
No cure yet discovered, but hope's flame alights,
In medications and therapies, in science's heights.
Research's lantern in the darkened halls,
Illuminating mysteries, as the curtain falls.
A deeper understanding, a journey untrod,
In the labyrinth of neurons, seeking the of God.
Parkinson's, a chapter, not the life's entire tome,
In resilience and hope, a spirit to roam.
Through tremors and shadows, a story unfolds,
In the dance with Parkinson's, courage beholds.
