Illness; contempt

With a feeling so dismal

Eyes about to flood

Emotions are as a squall;

So intense and so odd.

Going through fatigue,

I am on the brink of failure.

Shall I concede

While not close to the cure?

I am dying from the inside,

Infecting those around me

Causing their lividness;

The reason why I cried.

By life’s final decree

The incontestable greatness

I am to be built a bridge

That I may be glorified

To be the first to cross world’s ridge

And to never be on one’s side.