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Infection
You're like a disease,
For which there's no cure,
Whether gone or just dormant,
I can never be sure,
I revel in the delusion,
That I'm not really sick,
Though denial's no remedy,
The clock strts to tick,
The body fights back,
Slowly starting to win,
Though another exposure,
And it sets right back in,
Time's running out,
Yet hope is in sight,
The journey is long,
But I continue to fight,
Benign is our friendship,
Malignance is more,
While I act it untrue,
You're at my core.
The last two lines of this poem tie it up perfectly.I love originality.Is so lovely, sad but lovely. Oh and take note you left your a out of start (strt) second stanza last line! I've a poet friend he always pushes me to correct my misspellings he swears it ruins the flavor of the poem if we don't. Now, he has me in the habit of doing that to others. Anyway, I've read several of your poems. They are very well written almost magical in their flow. Thank you for sharing. Don't stop. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
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If it's about someone I tend to hide the name in it so it makes it like dancing in chains = )
hi
Haven't written in while to say the least bit it's a great release that's much better than self destruction. Looking to do more soon. I'm glad u liked my style doesn't win many praise or awards so thank you from the bottom of my heart = )