We are the hosts of utter frightful monsters

who hunt and hurt and spread with rapid glee

Too small to see, too tough to kill, oh me!

And here an now our limited existence,

Must be the grounds of such rebellious resistance?

We cry and hurt, and hurt with such persistence,

but doctors stare and give us no assistance,

and all we want is that our frail existence

be void of pain, but full of sheer emittance

of health and joy but not of coexistence.

My God, how can such lack of balance

exist in tissues? Why so much present malice?

Why are we hunted from within, asks us?

When will these monsters be unmasked?

A cure is all I ask today

I’m not alone in this I say

For such dark monsters our bodies they decay

And we need hope, for that I’ll surely pray. – Carmen McKnight-