My brother once told me
Eventually
We would beat the flu
The killer
The murderer of children
In their beds at night
I believed it then
But now
My love has left me for dead
Adding evermore sorrow
And pain to my passing
I loved her
But if she loved me
She would have stayed
Stayed with me to the brutal end
I mean why not?
Why not choose now to kill my soul?
My mind
My heart
As my body dies too
Finish all of me off at once
And go find another fool
To play your game
To trick into love
With your seductive whispers
And innocent eyes
I would warn them
But you finished me off
So now there is no one left
To tell the world
What
You
Are
YOU ARE READING
Pestilence
PoetryA collection of poems about the true horror of many deadly diseases and disorders spawned from the depths of jungles around the world. Pestilence investigates plagues from bygone days such as Black Death which ravaged Europe from 1330 B.C. to 1600 B...
