A burning fire that once was mild,
Now rages fierce, a constant child,
The oesophagus, a tube of pain,
A heart that races, a soul in vain.
The acid reflux, a symptom true,
But now it\'s more, a fear anew,
The pain is intense, a weight that\'s real,
A fear of death, a heart that feels.
The nights are long, the days are cold,
Sleep escapes, a weary soul grows old,
The pain persists, a constant guest,
A reminder that the body\'s at its worst.
But still we hope, still we pray,
For respite from pain, a brighter day,
When the fire subsides, and peace returns,
And the heart can heal, and love again learns.
Hang on to hope, dear heart, don\'t let go,
For in the darkness, a light will glow,
And though the pain may seem to win,
Your strength and courage will rise again.