Well I haven't posted on here in fucking ages so I think its time to put something new up, and what better way to get back into the swing of things then a poem about AIDS. Enjoy.
Ecce Homo
There is a maligned man on every street
Some sad soul who we all try not to see
He may change his face, gender or name
But I assure you this man is always the same
His time is a torment we’ll never know
But only in the eyes would it ever show
He lives a life alone, this is his sentence
He can’t take it back, there is no repentance
A six second slip and now he suffers
Scorned by his friends, family and lovers
Craving companionship, he finds it fleeting
Only the length of a weekly support meeting
A bitter blessing, his torture shall be short
A lasting lesson, not soon forgot
Not able to live the life he envisioned
Not guilty, but this disease is a prison
His life is now tied to the ticking clock
Pills at precise times is his prisons lock.
Hidden in the acronym we don’t see
The truth behind the letters H, I and V.
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
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