The Blight

With the blight on my mind, The poison ran straight to my heart
Then I couldn't find, courage to make a fresh start
I had worked many years on my own
Clearing dead wood in a western zone
But for all of my effort
My Brain turned to desert
Where the buzzards wouldn't leave me alone
I lost almost three stone
Eaten with worry, I was picked to the bone
For six months or more, I was consumed with despair
I had locked my front door, and wouldn't go out anywhere
At night I was tasked in my bed
By a fever going on in my head
I was famished and weak
And I found little sleep
And the little I found full of dread
For my dreams were all fed
And that terrible blight
That wanted me DEAD
With my eyes dripping tears, I knelt down one day and I prayed
Hadn't done this in years, and it made me no less afraid
That night was no better for me
No let up in anxiety
But at dawn in the sunlight
Someone called me outside and out there I started, to see
In a mist from the sea
Among my own neighbors; there were others like me