FATAL DISEASE

Consider me your enemy

For I will persue you

Through the corridors of time.



Remember me continually

With people about you

In cold or pleasant clime.



In industry or leisure find

That you will recall me,

Helplessness prevailing on.



Though medically may comfort be

My pain will consume you

'Til your confidence is gone.



Consider me your enemy

For I will devour you.

There is no antidote for

Love.

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Gail Little's picture

Have to agree with the sentiment in that last stanza. Enjoyed this piece. I was captured from the opening line and lead on through.