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2.08.2012

This Disease

I can feel you escaping me,
I can feel myself letting go,
Like cancer in my body,
You were a disease I'd always know.
I am finally free now,
Though I may be left lost,
From all my bridges you burnt,
I still have roads left to cross.
These burdens less heavy,
Though I still feel them here,
Still resting on my shoulders,
They never seem to disappear.
These scars you gave my heart,
I do my best to cover them well,
Protect myself from your disease,
Grow myself a thicker shell.
Half of me still misses you,
Even though theres not a point,
And though I feel myself let go,
I still feel you linger in my joints.
And as this disease escapes me,
I remember to breathe slow,
I inhale, then exhale,
and reap what I sow.
© nLdm