Sickness

We will fight this,

With love,

And smiles and tears,

For him,

Always known,

And well loved,

He who shaped my growing form,

 

But his form,

Now lying there,

Dying.

 

I love,

As I have always loved,

Yet I hate what lies within,

A darkness,

Evil sickness,

Growing,

And stealing,

A light that shone so bright,

My hero,

My love,

Now faded,

And dead,

A figure I don't know,

And that doesn't know me.

The End

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