When I look up at the sky.
Was there ever an answer.
That gave meaning.
not illusion to my eyes.
Parasitic cancer.
Elusive, acidic.
Amputee dancers.
Caged birds can sing.
Hallowed and whole.
Weakness in strength.

“ a place of peace.
Lulls enervation.
Amid sleep.
Posion’s penetration.
Deft and devious.
Cloaked in mudane things.
Lost in repetition.
Needles and string.
Every action sown.
A bitter-sweet tapestry”

When I look up at the sky.
Was there ever an answer.
That gave meaning.
not illusion to my eyes.
Parasitic cancer.
Elusive, acidic.
Amputee dancers.
Caged birds can sing.
Hallowed and whole.
Weakness in strength.

"...A bittersweet tapestry...."

Exactly what your poem sums up...Nice write...