Sickness spills through the valley

That is a new poem written by Aldo kraas

Sickness
Spills through the valley
Heavy like a winter river
Cold
My heart beats
A hollow thud
My eyes
Dry as the dust
My body shakes
It rattles and it bends
Yet I
Still refuse
Still I refuse
I will not die
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
At the table
He pulls out my chair
He satisfies
The hunger in my marrow
He wipes
Every salt stain
He binds
Every open cut
The past is a ghost
A shadow
Lost in the tall grass
A new dawn
A new dawn
Starts to climb
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
Maybe it hurts
Maybe I bleed
Maybe I wait
I smile at the thorn
I smile at the sting
I smile at the night
For now
Just for now
I hold it close
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
All will be well
Beyond the hills
I see Him
I see Him
It is well