Leukemia

It starts small, and unknown.

It spreads fast, and now shows.

A person stripped of all their glory.

Whether new or venerable,

A soul's a soul and will be taken.

 

Overcome by the painful invasion

Only the shell of what once was remains.

"But why?" cries the mother now dressed in black.

"But why?" asks a man who's strength seems to lack.

 

It's a valid question.

Amazing as we are,

The cure we need elludes us.

A survival rate didn't help.

Now it seems it's their time to go.

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