Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Consuming Sickness (poem)

I am sick.
This sickness shakes my heart,

makes my legs tremble, 
and tries to keep me bedridden.

It is all I see,

its voice all I hear,
its stench all I smell,
its grip all I feel.

I know what I did,
the action that sickens me,
but what god did I anger
to invoke this curse?

-Zero

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