Charlotte Ballard


Aids - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Just now, Michael spoke
Not from courage
Nor from hope.
'I'm dying, ' he says
'I'm dying of a disease
That has no cure.'
The people clap
For his bravery,
Like a bloodied hunter
Standing next to his corpse.
And his willingness
To share what
Ails him
But no one kisses
Him in the darkness
Nor brings him
Home to love.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 10, 2013


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