With many thoughts, I still wonder how the pain can ever go away.
Aids has defined me or have I defined aids.
Fear of knowing one's faith can seem so gruesome, yet I still survive!
Killing me inside is not a virus but a fact of life.
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Each day that arrives
I feel the essense of my life that goes by
Wondering through the thoughts of my mind
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Aids
With many thoughts, I still wonder how the pain can ever go away.
Aids has defined me or have I defined aids.
Fear of knowing one's faith can seem so gruesome, yet I still survive!
Killing me inside is not a virus but a fact of life.
Death comes in many shapes and forms.
Aids is just an expression of what one endures through troubled times.
As time slips by, I die!
Each second is one to soon for me to look upon the moon.
While another night flys by I know I will to die, fade into the background.
Never to realize how aids has affected my life, I cry for my time spent well knowing that soon I will no longer vent my passion, my theory, my vulgar attitude towards what I see is last hope in mind.
Aids won't make me die, society will take that pride in stride.
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