Pain has etched it's self on your face.
Be still pride, overtaken with disgrace.
No longer care free in spirit and form.
Touched with grey, replaced with storm.
Sickness becomes the one and only.
Nothing helps this feeling lonely.
People coming, going, all seem knowing.
None can stop the sickness flowing.
Wretched tears fall free like rain.
Hiding nothing drenched with pain.
Sitting, laying, waiting for the dark to consume.
Thoughts slipping- normalcy never to resume.
Life escaping- getting further and further away.
Pain no longer withered within one more day.