The smell of it is ugly,
as it creeps from room to room,
You feels it's icy touch
you can sense it in the gloom
It darkens any comfort
and it puts out all the light
It takes away your energy
as it holds on strong and tight.
It lingers just behind you
you know it's always there
It slows you down and tires you
until you lose the will to care.
You feel you cannot win by fighting
it just dissipates your shine
it takes you to the darkest point
sending tremors down your spine.
Maybe one day the sun will rise
as it did when things where lighter
or maybe you'll stay in the dark
a lone and tired fighter.
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