Sunday, April 26, 2015

Illness

You're stealthy,
Creeping in me,
Growing slowly,
In my body.

You're hateful,
And quite painful.

Are you my poison?
Or my salvation?

I don't know why
You've come to be.
I care not of your agenda,
Just leave my body!

© A Furious Child

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