The Blackness
Frightful day, full of strain,
waiting, wondering, hoping,
clock watching, biding time.
Final word spoken.
The darkness did descend.
Lying in wait.
A wicked demon hibernating in my chest,
ready to devour life.
Awakening, identified by a slight thickness,
ever so slight.
Confirmed by rays of energy,
burnt onto a Plasticine membrane.
A plague of cells out of control,
toiling for dominance,
determined to win.
But it will not, I will fight.
Excise the evil, take it all.
Am I half of Venus without both.
Willful poisoning to survive.
Amid the vomiting, dizziness, and weakness.
I test the will to live.
Recovery is tedious, agonizingly slow.
Day by day,
looking forward to a day without the fear
of envelopment by the darkness.
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