The Disease

Daniel Jeremiah

November 1, 2001

 

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

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