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Click hereWho gave you the
right
to invade me?
How long have you been
prowling inside me?
Growing, slowly.
Threatening to steal
that which makes me
whole.
Your presence haunts me
like ghosts of summers past.
Reminding me of youth and beauty,
mislaid along the path
of my long life.
Malignant, evil, wicked
tumor…
Marching through my breast,
into my soul.
And gut-wrenching ~
and I am but a man;
I can just imagine a woman
reacting to these words.
~
Give it a permanent 5.00 so all can read.
comes in many shapes, here it is a poem. I came to it late but I'm so glad I finally found it. With my PC comes many best wishes.
Tess
at first this sort of scared me :)
good poem, Miss O, enjoyed your internal rhyme, and your observations.
no matter how much you want to, you can't cast out demons.
all you can do is watch it destroy the one you love.
i too am sorry your aunt is facing such a demon, it's a hard place to be in or watching.
best regards to you.
it's time for the exorcism of the demon lurking within.
Great job on this! :)
Your anger is warrented. Kill it, Miss Oatlash, write it to death.
...IS really strong (other than the line 'ghosts of summers past) -- This is power in its conciseness and word choice, and some of the phrases really pack a wallop.