This Disease
Heals the sublime
It will release
You of this time
It desires
All your needs
It retires
On the inside it feeds
You want it to leave
But it stays by
It's a burden to heave
This disease will lie
Deep inside
Of your mind
There is no place to hide
What you find
Out about this disgrace
Called insanity
How could you show your face
Through all this vanity
What you need
Is to turn around
And read
About this joy that can be found
You lie deep inside the depths of my mind
You are so weary
And in a bind
With the dreary
This disease needs to be lifted
From my mind
And gifted
To an eternal bind
This poisonous sting
Of this snake
Will make you sing
But never wake
This disease will never be healed
It will remain
I hope you are strong willed
Because you won't win you will be slain
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)