It starts
Like bad indigestion
Churning knots inside my gut
Burning my heart
Clawing
It spreads
Like a creeping cancer
Eating away at my sanity
Crippling my love
Malignant
It crescendos
Like an exploding storm
Unleashing thunderbolts of anger
Flooding with resentment
Destructive
It fades
Like a spent firework
Spitting sparks of sadness
Smoking with regrets
Exhausted
— Wayne Visser