My Cure

My body is spoiled by the sickness

My mind ravaged by the demon

Pain grips me with ruthless talons

Here, on my shadowy deathbed,

I am alone, abandoned, and unloved

Blood slowly seeps out of my body

I now realize I have fallen too far

And I am beyond saving

I weep, sobs wracking my tortured body

I wonder if there is any way to heal

This broken, desecrated, and desolated soul

But amidst my feverish dreaming, I see a great tree

Its limbs stretching to the heavens

It would be beautiful, but its branches are empty

It is in winter, awaiting spring

For with spring its flowers shall be reborn

I understand the lesson of the tree

It has taught me there is a cure for this disease

I must relinquish my hold on life

And slip into the depths of winter

So that spring can come and renew my soul