Masterpiece Theatre III

I’ve got a new disease in me
It floats just beneath the surface
Lost in a world of hope and lies

Gone on a wayward wisp of breath
Separate from our very worlds
The plague of harsh realities

It is not something you can see
An ache of a thought in my mind
It’s something that shifts through the leaves

Dwindling strength found deep in my bones
I cannot feel air anymore
Yet I know I must continue on

~J. Spade

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