Dear Disease

Dear Disease
I have waited for you to leave,
No more tricks up your sleeve.

All the pain that you gave,
It’s yours to keep,
Take it away.

Leave myself to fade away.

I am fired up,
Flames so hot.

You have me tired,
I need you to stop.

I need sleep,
I can’t get about,
You have left me burnt out.

Time that was stolen away,
I hate you disease,
Go away.

Consuming the light all around,
While dragging all hope down,
I never wanted you anyhow,
You make me growl.

Cling to me if you choose,
You only give me the blues.

While you try your best to stay,
I found new words to say,
Flying truck.

I loathe you,
I give you up.

My efforts to shake you,
They never stop,
Is it not true?
Your jealous of what I have got.

Well written though sad

I like the poem. It describes exactly what one feels when suffering from physical or psycological disease. Though when one's soul ails it is more painful than a physical suffering.

Wishing all the best

Thanks for sharing

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