Sickness.

Sickness has a way
of spreading, consuming, engulfing
our souls in a way
that can be never ending.

One part infected turns a whole body inflamed,
a mind set ablaze with disease, 
an all-encompassing malaise.

Coming out the other side,
a shell of who we once were.

A simple question:
"how have you been?"
An answer: 
"not fully here, a remnant of who I was,
some parts gone, redone."

I'm out now. 
The other side,
an unfamiliar world.