Disease

It hurts
oh it hurts so much.
What kind of disease is this
that hath befallen me?
I yearn to know.
It makes me vulnerable and weak
in thought just as in action
while my breast takes so much effort
to breathe.
Hush, be quiet now my head!
Be still...
Hear my heart knows
the reason
to my fatal fate.
It tells me there will never be
a cure
to the deadly disease
that took no mercy on me:

Love