THE DISEASE MAKING THE TROPHIES OF MEN
Not like the common disease known to man,
Unexplainable but effective as it can,
Highly contagious with the slightest exposure,
No medication can be certified by the ruling bodies to be its cure.
A syndrome without mercy,
One that leaves the body system in dormancy,
Unstable is the way it makes the body feel,
Immobile like toy soldiers covered up with a seal.
A disorder that feeds most on the heart,
Grind to rubbles to make it similar with the crust of the earth,
Ceasing the level of blood pumped at specific intervals,
Blocking the flow of circulation like cutting off attacks from hostile rivals.
While some survive its course,
Others submit and give up to its curse,
Excuses are still being made about the syndrome being a hoax and totally fake,
Only those affected would know what it feels like to suffer the syndrome called HEARTBREAK!
Temitope Omotoso
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