The Black Plague

Something I wrote long ago.

The Black Plague

The illness which devours my heart,

It must also destroy my body.

It must cause ugly sores that fester openly.

Should I cry unclean to those around me?

What wrong have I committed?

Do I deserve this isolation?

Just because I am deathly sensitive,

Am I doomed never to find the cure?

Why does the one I hold dear, treat me so?

My body be consumed,

Even so, my spirit will not die.

No false hopes I have,

One day, the sun will leave me.

My eyes will be blind and once again darkness will pursue me.

The forever place exists only in my heart.

No one else believes in that mystical void.

Those who forget the past,

Are fools enough to repeat it?!

Forever do I remember the hurts from the past.

By my own and other hands deep pain, I will never forget.

Damned be the shunned,

Alone in a dead reality,

Peace cannot be bought.

The plague of the living dead be horrible,

So terrible no one dares to touch me.

I prayed to God to cure me of this disorder.

However, my words fell on deaf ears.

He could not hear through the walls which I have built.

Not only have the whirlpools of this world forsaken me.

The ocean that was God had I left.

More and greater becomes my isolation,

Will this endless collapse end?

I have tried many answers.

However, the questions strangle my throat.

This decay will not be the end of me.

I will fail not.

If I need I will continue until the Trinity ceases to breathe.

I will create my own universe,

Shape My own beings,

I will save them from their sins,

Wash them away with My own sinful blood.

I will make them a world of joy.

With My endless sorrow, will I build it.

I will dissipate so they may eat manna.

The whirlpools of reality will stare.

Insanity has devoured the plague.

Soft walls will bind my body.

My Spirit and Mind will play with My endless universe.

Creating and building,

Forever making My little beings happy,

No sadness will they feel.

No pain can be found.

I will have it all.

My pain will be no other.

Reviews

[Trisha Logan Hillery]

Well done! I especially like the lines;
The whirlpools of reality will stare.
Insanity has devoured the plague.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Well this is so great and how very much heartfelt. deep emotions woven into this piece in an exquisite and crafted manner which keep the reader engaged till the end. superb. keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. Wild thoughts led to logical ending and thoughts.
"The whirlpools of reality will stare.
Insanity has devoured the plague.
Soft walls will bind my body.
My Spirit and Mind will play with My endless universe."
The above lines were so good. Left the reader with a lot to ponder. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote