"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?"
Andrew Guzaldo 2017