Sickness

Sadness spreads
like a sickness, these days.
It clouds your life
in a thick, black haze.

It has touched my life
and the life of my friends,
and a very long list
that never ends.

It is like the wind
from which you can't protect.
You see not the wind,
but you see the effect.

It consumes your whole life,
every thought, every breath.
And sometimes it can
drive people to death.

There is no point
in denying what's there,
even though it is not
forgiving or fair.

You can not hide
from this twisted disease.
It finds a host
in whom ever it please.

So don't try to run
and don't try to hide
because sadness will be there,
always at your side.

It just waits for the opportune
moment to strike,
and it will have your head
on a blood-stained pike.

It is merciless
and pitties no soul,
and in your heart
it leaves a hole.

But fear not,
there is a cure,
and it is love,
a love so pure.

When darkness comes
you need someone
to be there for you,
to whom you can run.

So find comforting in knowing
that you can fight through
if you find someone
that trully loves you.