by Curtis Sethaler
I am plague and through your veins I crawl,
I am a plague and I affect you one and all.
I change you from flesh to ash,
Leave you, Glorious figure of hope, weathered, old,
Like a tumor I will grow in you.
My only goal. Despair.
I have no resolve left.
All people welcome then despise me.
Friends? What friends?
Leach like life takers, with greed in their eyes.
Wide eyed monsters selfishly seeking what's on their minds.
Who are you infected lost lovers....longing...
Romeo and Juliet? Victims for a cause.
I am a plague. I am a feeling fleeting.
I am what bonds man and wife.
I am a plague..
I Am Your LOVE.
Posted on 03/02/2010
Copyright © 2022 Curtis Sethaler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/03/10 at 04:30 AM|
The last line was a total surprise. Fascinating take on Love.
|Posted by Cole Bradburn on 03/03/10 at 10:19 PM|
Love as a disease that ravages your body & eats you alive. Yes, I think that there are relationships like this. Evocative and great imagery.