Dis-Ease
She passes through the world
with an air of contempt about her
an anger, a raw cancer
consuming all she says and does
She cannot feel the love
around her, or inside of her
In a vast womb of want
the anger grows steadily
like a tumor
Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2009
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