Sickness

A poem about the dreaded fear we have of being sick. And that when we get it. We almost always lose hope. Even if there is some to be found.

I feel the sickness

In my bones

Soon to be broken, they are so brittle

And they will never heal

I feel the sickness

Under my skin

Raising it, creating bubbles

From toxic gas

That can never be taken from me

Without my implosion

I feel the sickness

In my blood

Boiling inside me

Ruining me with no way out

I feel the sickness

In my heart

Weighing it down

Slowly takeing it over

Impossible to undo what's been done

I feel the sickness

In my head

One second I'm smiling

Next my life is horrible

Caught in an endless circle

I feel the sickness

In my soul

There maybe be hope for me

But I don't see it

Which makes all the difference

The End

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