The Disease
Daniel Jeremiah
His
name was Chrys,
He
was a cute young boy
Well-mannered
and behaved
Honest
and true
He
was all-around good
And
never caused anyone great distress
One
night Chrys had a dream
He
dreamt that he would get the Disease
And
he became very afraid
He
shied away from the boys he liked
He
didn’t want to die
He
became lonely and sad
Always
wishing for someone more than a friend
But
knowing the danger that he faced
As
the years passed, he withdrew from life ever more
He
knew he could never fall in love
And
this troubled him greatly
The
need for love was great in his heart
But
he could not allow himself to fall victim to the Disease
As
it were, to Love’s grasp he was not immune
He
came across another young boy
So
glowing and radiant and filled with Life, Chrys was
overwhelmed
He
was tempted to abandon his Vow
And
allow himself the freedom of Love
Unfortunately
for him, he would end up wishing he had
So
Chrys rejected the Boy
The
Boy, who had also fallen in love with Chrys, was
heart-broken
He
committed suicide
Chrys couldn’t believe he’d caused the Death of another
And
soon after, on a foggy Night on the freeway
Chrys lost control
And
was awash in Tears
His
tears washed the Heavens with Pity
But
the gods had no say in his fate
And
the subsequent soaking of the Underworld with Chrys’
blood was predestined
He
thought he would die right there
Happy
at last that he’d escaped the Disease
And
left the mortal realm at least having succeeded in his Vow
But
Escape was not in his Plan
And
Chrys lived to see his image looking back at him
No
that was just his father
And
his mother too
Concerned
and upset
Wondering
what caused Chrys his distress
Chrys had never told anyone his Vow
He
had no intention of succumbing to his progenitors
So
he recovered, and went on living
But
not as before
Looking
in a mirror depressed him
He
thought about the Boy he had Killed
And
couldn’t look himself in the eye
He
was responsible
And
he could never forgive himself
His
physical state reflected his psyche
He
was noticeably weaker
And
paler
And
thinner
And
rather sickly looking
Eventually
one day
The
Healers got back to him
And
let him know the News
It
was unfortunate
But
they’d inadvertently afflicted him with the Disease
For
he’d lost a lot of life that Night
And
they’d had to save him
And
injected him with seemingly life-saving fluid
As
Chrys fell apart
He
looked forward to the end
He
would be glad to enter Oblivion
And
never worry again about his malicious Vow
And
his Murder of his Love