This MaladyA Poem by Chris LavertyWhat cure is there to treat this malady - that since we met, all things seems tinged with grey; that hunger flies to mountains far away, and restful sleep no longer visits me? That since we met - the joys that used to be, the lights that shone into my waking day, and filled my dreams with their celestial ray - now seem vague shadows of my memory? Only in you is there a cure; to wake, and watch you sleeping in my arms, and never to see the morning round the curtains steal; to look in your eyes, let nothing break this spell that treats my sickness, and forever only the rhythm of your breath to feel. © 2017 Chris LavertyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChris LavertyManchester, Lancashire, United KingdomAboutMy name is Chris and I live in Manchester in the UK. I have been writing poetry seriously for about a year now. I am looking for constructive feedback on my work, positive or negative. more..Writing
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