Sonia's Poem

You know those diseases that you've never had?
They say when you get them, you sure get 'em bad
No pills, no doctor, no get well soon card
Nothing to save you from falling too hard

There's one worse than others, it sneaks up on you
You're suddenly smitten, wondering what to do
Should you sit really still and hope it subsides?
Or give in and hold tight through the long bumpy ride?

It'll reach down inside you and put you through hell
With no guarantee that you'll ever get well
It'll run through your system and throw you off track
Even when it's over you don't get it all back

It's a fever, a stroke and a tumour combined
So you sweat and you fret and you lose your mind
It's an armchair affair, on the edge of a cliff
You can leap and find out or just ponder the 'if'

But it'll come back to haunt you, to make you sick
It'll yank out your life-force but won't kill you quick
So you fester and stew because you're never quite sure
But it's terminal doctor, there is no cure.