Assorted Poetry

I'm still sick

original date of publication: december 5, 2022

With the love of my life, I still cannot find

Peace of mind from your little light

It is always the same every half year

And all the same pains and scars reappear

It's someone, it's no one, it's just little you

Nothing is really that special or true

I will never be cured of this lifelong affliction

This hook in my heart of this one religion

I don't think you're special, I don't think you're mine

I don't think you have any reason to shine

I don't think you're precious, I don't think you're cool

But I can't turn away and now I'm your fool

I'm sick with something they can't take away

Although I endlessly beg, I pray and I pray

My heart beats too fast, my eyes won't stay closed

I see people who I can't ever get alone

My hands start to shake, my breath comes too quick

And I can't say the words that would make this love stick

I have too much room taken up in my mind

Yet my heart longs for more than I can fit inside

And now you've been chosen by some twisted fate

Just as behind you swings closed the gate

One is too few, two is too many

The burden we share there is too much to carry

Let me tell you a secret I should tell my lovers

Even though there will never be another

I have one to call Atlas, he carries our world

Yet he cannot carry our heart anymore

I'm not strong enough to carry what you offer

Although one day I promise I might just get stronger

I hate that I miss you, a few weeks too late

The poison acts slow and I don't cooperate

I will never be cured of this illness I hold

But maybe in some months you'll be gold

If you ever catch from me this deadly sickness

Then maybe the sun, moon or both will be our witness

I doubt you could be mine, but if you were,

I promise to be more than just my curse