This Disease
It began by taking my heart
attacking my immunity
warming me up as hot as fever
leaving it broken in disunity.
It traveled on, to my mind
destroying on its course through me
my veins lay broken and sad, alone
but my pain was masked by "hopefully".
I carried on for a thousand years
wishing and waiting for recovery
but the infection consumed my pride
taking control, no equality.
It only saw me as its host
a satisfaction for its greed
the virus grew stronger, and with it, me weaker
I was isolated and quarantined.
It infiltrated my thoughts with self-demeaning
this awful, parasitic disease
it left my skin breaking, left me with death
until I had nothing more to bleed.
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