The Hope in Sickness

My first poem after 2 months I think, lacked the inspiration and here's my first tick of inspiration trickling through the film of daily life.

The breadth of time
between ignorance
and the moment I realized
the disease
within my heart
grows proportionally in importance
that from me and this disease
I must be set free.

On these locked doors
I've sealed inside me
I pound my fist with force
for I know inside
there it lies,
the death and rancor
that have destroyed
many a great man
before me.

I will not bide
nor wait my time
for death to emanate
from within
But here I'll lie
face down crying
out for the mercy
of the one who saves me.