I met you on Wednesday,
You clung to me like syrup,
At first I dragged you along,
You were not so heavy,
I hardly noticed you,
Then a tiny *****,
And I became aware,
Of a looming future,
By Thursday I was worn down,
I was losing stamina,
You pierced my skin,
And dug in deeper,
I threw up, wanted you out,
But you were set, deep within,
My body fought, brave and hard,
But they day ran down, so did I,
Friday came and I succumbed,
The hurt was everywhere,
You tore out my heart,
And cut out my stomach,
I became a shell,
Of my former self,
Hollow and thin,
Defenceless and weak,
And on into Saturday,
You raveged me,
No longer could I fight,
Your toll was taken,
A light shown though,
At the very end,
And I was pulled to,
By strength not mine,
And when I recover,
I still shall bear,
The aweful signs and marks,
Of my four day ordeal,
