The Malady That Ails Me Poem by Luna Moon

You best learn to pacify me,
Pacify my trepidation,
Consternation,
Fury at you, at your
Lethargy;
How you try living vicariously
Through all the others around you,
To think I was such a fool.
I let you in,
Now I'm lost to chagrin,
For you betrayed me,
You're the malady that ails me.
When I am sick,
You flee when I am weak and
Vulnerable,
You'd think I'd be more valuable.
But no.
You got that Blue-Eyed Theif by your side,
Filling your eyes with
Tears of pride,
She is your glory.
How lugubrious she'll be when she hears her sister's story.
And she'll throw sand into your teeth,
And in your eyes.
But until then my cheeks will be dry,
The only think you've made me do is cry,
But I got the antidote
Dear Sir.
You won't always be the malady that ails me.