The Cure
How can you offer me
a cure?
Blinded,
you cannot see
that the ‘sickness’ inside
which you want to remove
is the very essence
of ‘me’.
Your cure
would prove fatal,
leaving no more than
a shadow,
a husk -
but I won’t argue
for you always know best.
Submitted: April 16, 2021
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This feels so thick to read, and I think it's perfect. There's pain, rejection, doubt, but surrender in this poem and I dig it. Great job Hull. - E.E
Fri, April 16th, 2021 7:09pm
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Thanks for that, Ezra.
Wed, April 21st, 2021 8:03am
Fine piece of thought and reflection hullabaloo22.
Fri, April 16th, 2021 8:42pm
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Thanks, LE.
Sat, April 17th, 2021 1:03pmFacebook Comments
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Mike S.
Sad-but-excellent poem, Hull
Fri, April 16th, 2021 7:04pmAuthor
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Thanks for reading, Mike.
Fri, April 16th, 2021 12:05pm