A Disease=the Cure Poem by Brute da Poet
A Disease=the Cure
as I roam the earth
normal looking and unscathed
I fear I am rotting on the inside
from some lethal disease
waging war against my very being
taking the very form of me as if it wants something
every time I go into the subconscience realm
where reality is merely my toy
I see it
ready to fight me to the very end
until I see that we are the same
we are both wanting something
freedom's sweet embrace
mine on a more complex level
as we fight for the last time
my hands are put down to allow a finishing blow
we both fall on our knees knowing what's going to happen
and while my visions fails me a smile comes across my face
for I finally found the cure
Wow! What powerful and positive write that clearly shows your great bravery in facing your reality at the moment! Amazing words and imagery used in this touching masterpiece! Now, my dear friend, two words remain to be kept separately in your reservoir of poignant words: Faith and Hope! Everything will be alright and Time will validate my statement! 10+++ Well deserved for this masterpiece! Keep inspiring the World with More! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York!
nice poem and wish I find the cure to my disease ((read my poem (dead)))
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