“A malady so sharp,
It transfixed to my soul,
It embroiled my world,
A deception so animated,

Those vines in my heart,
Stifling my breath,
The thorns of sorrow,
Grasping my minds perplexity,

Chaos and misery all at once,
A bundle so priceless yet better,
Than none,
The malady of the soul,

That only time can cure,
For now I must wait,
With this pain so pure,
Is this another day,
I must ENDURE?”