Psoriasis

It just comes suddenly
and doesn't seem to go,
the reason for its existence
no one seems to know.

It's dark and it's scaly,
horrifying and ugly,
but it finds itself a spot
and sits there smugly.

And as approaches winter,
the wind gets colder.
it grows bigger in size,
darker, bigger, bolder.


It's conspicuous always
making its presence felt,
Its annoyance persists
howsoever with it's dealt.


Much as one tries to kill,
destroy and obliterate,
it hangs on determinedly
and rapidly proliferates.

There appears no solution,
a problem without cure,
that all possible challenges
it resolutely endures.

Some may call it disease,
some call it a curse,
but one has to live with it
for better or for worse.