How Strange Poem by Janis Land Raymer

Doctor, Doctor
I need some relief.
There must be a cure
for my disease.
This love, it stalks
like a tiger on her prey.
The fear I feel
grows larger every day.
It locks its eyes on its target,
I know I'll never be able to outrun it.
Suddendly it launches itself in the air,
knocking me to the ground.
Its claws rip into my flesh
its teeth tear open my very heart.
Yet through the torture, I hold on to the beast.
Never letting go...
nor allowing anyone to harm my tormentor.
How strange.
What is it that makes me endure and accept,
why is it I can't walk away?
Is it true love...
or truly a disease?
Obsession?
How strange.


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.Janis Land-Raymer