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A deep darkness comes
And covers the earth
And slowly removes
Traces of my worth.

Ghosts from the past rise
Up to smother me
With negative thoughts
Of untold misery.

My strength is gone.
Hope has taken wing
And left behind a
Soul that cannot sing.

For Life has changed and
Rearranged my days.
I am left to grieve
All the "old ways."

The fear of disease
Can hold me captive,
While I struggle to
Become adaptive.