The Sickness

Written by: Rhia Madison Thomer

You left your sickness rotting on my tongue
But it seems your betrayal has only begun

Infected, my throat lets no word pass their lips
Your sickness has become a total eclipse

Brittle, my tongue slowly begins to decay
Broken, my feet still dance your ballet

Made low by the sickness within your soul
You leave me with no virtues to extol

Condemned like a house my roof to cave
A grain of sand on shore eroded by the wave

Fractured, my fingers still beg me to speak
Blinded, my eyes hide and forget to seek.

Silence like a cancer it cankers my voice
And as it grows I am left with no choice.

You left your sickness to rot on my tongue
Terminal, the cancer for one so young.