Disease Poem by Kathlyn Grace

You're like a cold
an uncurable thing
which seems so innocent
until breathed

Touching and wanting
and curing me still
you are like a drug
I am at your will

You come and you go
like a bat in night
and you leave behind a terrible sight
with blood shot eyes
and a watery grave
and you make me swear
my heart I'll save

Then it happens
just one more time
you walk back into my very life
and as if you were just another cold
and not the deadly flu
I let you in
and breath you in
just like I always do