Ode to the Disease[Poem]

Ode to the Disease​

She was at first just
a sore throat and puffy
eyes

She was at first just
a heat stricken chill down
my spine

But now she's gone
and turned worse for words
she is now more then a
sore in my throat

Or even glassy eyes
Or even the fever that runs along
my spine

She is now my curse
Now my pain and suffering
Her hand seize my air
And her mind steals my soul

This is ode to the disease