The Sickness

July 1, 2008
By James Matherly, Brristol, VA

How could it be?
Why did you run from me?
I felt dead.
I just couldn't understand.
I am drowning in the sea.
Forever until I find thee.
Though I am lying in this bed.
It will only be memories that rest my head.
My pain refuses to seize.
Until I feel your skin destroy my disease.

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