Black Disease

June 1, 2012
By lexiiii BRONZE, Greenwich, Connecticut
lexiiii BRONZE, Greenwich, Connecticut
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From the day we met, you were hard to please,
Yet I swore I’d love thee, strange addiction;
You distressed my mind like a black disease.

My fondness was acute, deep as dark seas;
Though your temper enforced my strict caution.
From the day we met, you were hard to please.

Our brawls were unceasing, made my heart freeze
As my pain caused you great satisfaction;
You distressed my mind like a black disease.

My looks, and my theories, made you ill at ease,
So I drowned myself in your suggestion.
From the day we met, you were hard to please.

I walk to the river, past the bogs and breeze
To fulfill your desire: my expiration.
You distressed my mind like a black disease.

And finally, at my death, my mind frees
Itself of your malicious ambition.
From the day we met, you were hard to please.
You distressed my mind like a black disease.


The author's comments:
This is a villanelle inspired by the incredible works of the late Sylvia Plath.

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