The shadow
Its follows me.
Looming,
consuming my eternity.
For illness is not weakness,
and strength it not what I need to feed,
this monster feeding on me.
My own personal monster making disease
Orphan blacks clones....
dying under attack,
from the cystic bodies....
the mad scientist made them have.
And as I watch it hoping they find some cure.
My own Autosomal dominant polycystic disease
is crowing,
forever more....
as it kills me?
Death’s now knocking door by door
And still,
i’m a goldfish in a bowl.
My organs growing,
but my body cant take anymore.
And still the shadows casting more,
on me now than before.
And here I sit wondering.
my life.....
never more.
