It's crawling in you.
When the pain starts the cloud drops;
No silver lining.
The storm, this disease in you,
Hides tomorrow, blurs today.
(C) 2019
You have captured the feeling so well dear Carl. Even if its removed it still has a hold over you.
Your words ring true - one is always aware of the chance of a recurance.
Earth is beautiful But, we wrongly plant disease Ugliness cancer! If we want peace, pleasure life Need first cure for our disease!
Its one of the most dreaded things to happen to a person, its death with a different name, just the word conjures fear and horror. Although its just a tanka, , you have managed to capture that bleak and relentless terror that exists in everyone's mind, in just a few short words. In fact this poem scares the crap out of me. I hope this is based on artistic experience, but if it is not you have my best wishes for you. A fantastic poem, Im glad that I have read it.
Thanks for the comment, and it is not me but a couple of people close to me that have different forms of the disease that they are fighting. Thanks again for the read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tragically, I've lost a few friends through this despicable disease.