Diseased

Sublime recollections
of moments so dear
give voice to the demons
I try not to hear.

The essence of passion
that sheltered my eyes
restrained me from heeding
your spoonful of lies.

The uncontrolled feeling
of something so fierce,
engulfed in a force field
that nothing can pierce.

Condemned by the softness
of each tender kiss,
restrains me from sharing
my undying bliss.

Scarred by succumbing
to something so pure,
freely ingesting
a bane with no cure.

My heart yeilded quickly
to something so true,
and since found no antidote
resistant to you.

--Daryl Molen


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