Does disease delight in death?
In its slow spread & a quick end
Breaking us with every breath
Till there’s no more to bend
And no dreams to see
But the black of nothing
That now roams free
In our eyes that sting
The softest sheets fail
No silken touch can dare
Let any respite ever sail
Into the mind’s care
Too absorbed in blame
To every second name
Even daughters or sons
Every presence burns
For their sun won’t set
Their horizons bright
Sweet summers to be met
While we simmer in fright