Poetry

The Cure


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The Cure

By R.J.Harrigan

 

Life is an illness for which there’s no cure
Fright into stillness, a knock at my door
Imploring words spoken, I chose to ignore
The door flew open, I fell to the floor

“Oh my word my dear child”
This voice was not caring
“What has happened to you
That is so overbearing?”
She grinned and leaned in
Said, “Tell me your strife”
“I’m suffering from this
Forsaken life”
“Suffering?” she asked
“Then we mustn’t waste time”
I felt that her intentions
Were becoming malign.
A cloaked formed around her
Her blade flicked a shine
My words confound her
“I was faking, I’m fine!”
I was shaking and continued to cry
“I was wrong for thinking
The cure was to die!”
Her reply,
“You realized this too late
You’ve made a decision
Now suffer the fate!”

Life is an illness
Appreciation, the cure
Don’t take it for granted or
The knock may be

At Your door

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