The Ills That Flesh Is Heir To [dark]

Enduring an existence of abnormality
All fidgety, perchance an excrusiating swelling
Extending within every direction
Multiplying rapidly upon its latest appetite

Alienates my mind from my soul through bisecting
Thorns of ice at the perimeter of my adbomen
At the core of my skeleton it has stained
Circulating effortlessly through my veins

Repudiating its hankering to fondle myself
Resisting its pineing to inject myself
While it has extensively maintain its constant course
I fade delirously beneath the bewilderment of this predicament

Facing my initiation in my eruption
Of a radical affliction of confusion
Not contempt to attain a solution
Of the revealing of a camouflaged dilemna

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This appears in my book 'The Hodgpodge of Poetized Morsels Parts 1 Through 5' on lulu.com and also my first book at RoseDog Books
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