Cure Poem by Phil Panebianco

Cure



Lost in a strange place,
just staring into space.
I have no concept of reality,
temptation calling me.
So sick of my own desires,
these raging fores.
They burn through everything thats pure,
I search for an unknown cure.
A weapon to destroy this all,
to avoid this deadly fall.
A remedy for my low self control,
this sickness, that ruins us all.

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