In the realm of rare and hidden woes,
POEMS syndrome's shadow grows.
A tapestry of symptoms weaves,
A puzzle only knowledge cleaves.
"P" for Polyneuropathy’s touch,
Nerves, they falter, ache too much.
Weakness drapes its cloak so cold,
A tale of pain that’s seldom told.
"O" for Organomegaly, vast,
Liver, spleen, their size is cast.
Within the body's hidden space,
Enlarged they dwell, a subtle trace.
"E" for Endocrinopathy's plea,
Thyroid falters, sugar’s spree.
Endocrine secrets, shadows blend,
A system strained, its course won't bend.
"M" for Monoclonal cells at bay,
Plasma’s dance in disarray.
Abnormal growths in marrow’s keep,
A mystery that makes us weep.
"S" for Skin changes, marks so stark,
Hyperpigmentation, a darkened mark.
Rashes paint their silent call,
On skin, their subtle patterns fall.
Unseen, the cause remains unknown,
A hidden truth that’s not yet shown.
Diagnosis calls for careful gaze,
Blood and marrow in a maze.
To treat the threads of this complex weave,
Symptom’s dance, we strive to ease.
Chemotherapy’s targeted fight,
Aiming for that hidden blight.
In this rare tapestry of plight,
Hope and healing seek their light.
For POEMS syndrome, in its plight,
We chase the dawn beyond the night.
