My body aches with pain of which i do not understand.

The festering sores of metaphorical pain blinds my inner self.

The sickness kills me inside making me lose all hope.

Day and night, night and day, I dream of relief--relief from this spastic misery.

The proverbial blanket that covers my eyes only temporarily masks the pain.

The sickness consumes me and destroys me with no sympathy.

I hope for relief to save me with a cure that is hidden well from our eyes.

The mystery which has plagued me for years has finally revealed itself.

Though i still seek for this cure day and night, night and day.