The sickness

The sickness

Its been passed down

My family greatest tradition

The youngest always gets it

From what i can remember

My grandpa had it

My mom has it

She suffers

I help her every time it takes her

It eats her

Destroying her from the inside

To late perhaps

This sickness might become mine

It will eat me the same

So many drugs put into my body

All in the name of a cure

Or at least a hope for one

Still it scares me

I lay at night

Wondering

Thinking

If its already there

I dont want to know

I dont want to care anymore

But i do

No matter what i always will

This is what they have left me

The great family sickness

Reviews

[Your Victim]

This poem had a certain draw to it... and a rhythm that made it impossible to stop reading. Although you didn't use any flowery words, or over exaggerated elements that or so common in poetry, this captivated me. It was easy to connect to and human... not over done or cheesy in any way. Even though I found myself wrapped in the sadness of your poem... I felt connected to your words. The only thing that annoyed me was the lack of punctuation at the end of the lines. Many people believe that, becase it's poetry, they can ignore the basics of grammar. However, remains literature and the rules still apply. Please comma or punctuate in some way at the end of your lines. There are times when this is emitted for effect, but I believe that it could have assisted your flow a bit.
I must ask, now, because I am totally blown away... what illness is it that you are refering to in this piece?Although you hinted and suggested things all over the place, I cannot seem to catch on to the exact meaning.