Parasite

this parasite that feasts upon me—
has always been, never ceased to be.
it inhabits and torments my mind,
ruptures many veins at a time.

I feel the heat in every part—
starting from within my heart.
I am oblivious to the events;
nothing I could do will prevent.

and when I least anticipate
its arrival, I don’t contemplate.
it suddenly catches me off guard—
the cold reality cascading hard.

I need not protection from myself,
but instead from the disease itself.
as incurable as it is, I will not
be able to make the most of all I’ve got.

Time goes by—it does not wait.
In a blink of an eye, unfalls my fate.
Time speeds by in a rush, an urgency—
it does not slow down in emergency.

I would like to pause the days,
to continue at my own pace,
to lie on my back and rest—
rises and falls, my aching chest.