Sickness Seeps

The sickness seeps; a contagion,
frantic, searching for invasion,
seeking host to infect with lies.
Poor victim's sanity, the prize,
every answer an evasion

until truth becomes an abrasion,
invention the new equation
for narcissus' sly disguise
and sickness seeps

with words employed in persuasion
till loss of self, mere sensation
and in denial the soul dies.
The poison pleased with the demise
moves on, searching next occasion
and sickness seeps.

dverse

Telling (Raw) Stories

Angel of hope and calendars, do you know despair?
That hole I crawl into with a box of Kleenex....  – Anne Sexton

Ok, so I'm one of those now. One of those people who has a million blogs. But...I have to get it out somewhere. This.

I almost called this blog, "The Dark Side" but that was a little, too, well....dark.

So, this is it. The raw. The stuff I have to get out while I'm in the midst.

Descending daily, death desirous
Flickering forever, faith flames
honoring hourly, hope hovers
lying limitless, love lost
melting moments, magic missed
awaiting always, ardor assumed
reckoning ritually, rebirth resumes