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Sherronda Brown Poem
You were the one who dropped from the clear, blue sky
Like an angel out of Heaven
You reached deep inside my soul and pulled out these feelings
After you grabbed a hold of my heart and planted the seed
From there, my feelings blossomed and spread
Feeding off of your passion
You infected me with your passion
It was undetectable at first, but then I began to feel the side effects
When you ended up breaking my heart
Right in front of my face
And now you hand it back to me
Expecting me to mend it myself
And shove it back down my throat
To gulp it down fast and pretend this isn’t real
That it never happened
To never think or speak of it again
You want me to fight this on my own
To battle these deadly demons
With no armor to protect me
And no fellow soldier by my side
But I’m too weak, too sick
Sick of these cancerous emotions
I just can’t keep them down no matter how hard I try
No matter how hard I force them back in
Or how many times
It always ends with methrowing them back up
And there’s no way I can ignore it, or deny it, or hide it
It has paralyzed me now
My body is rigid and cold, and my soul is decaying
I can’t survive much longer
With this sickness, poisoning my body
Spreading faster with every minute
Unmercifully eating away at my soul
This incurable disease that will eventually kill me
There’s no point in holding on anymore
After all you’ve done to me already
The least you can do is end my misery
My pain and suffering
Rid me of this profound ailment
Drive a knife through my diseased heart
Killing me instantly, without enough time to even contemplate another breath
Or slit my throat and spill all my acidic blood
Let the foul nectar extricate and exude
Or whatever you can conjure up
It doesn’t matter to me
It’s just inane to continue living with my naked shame
Knowing that I was vulnerable and foolish enough
To concoct this deadly disease they call love
Copyright © Sherronda Brown | Year Posted 2005
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