The Foe Inside

This enemy has no sword nor a shield,
But an even more deadly weapon that it wields.
There are few who do not yield.
Because this foe simply cannot be healed.
It creeps in low.
It creeps in quick.
Our loved ones are not simply sick.
Though there is hope, do not despair,
For someday this foe we will ensnare.

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