Malady
Week 40
my infectious life disaster,
malady that lacks delight
I see a thing that's neutral,
and I turn it into fight
invest in gloom, exacerbate,
it happens all the time
I could see the best in it,
would that be a crime?
insatiable desire to crush with force,
anyone who won't agree
I'm too entrenched to let it go,
even though I hold the key
days keep ticking by, more of to lose track
the scratch grows, though inside already healed
tearing at this old wound wont bring you back
yet I'll keep it open with blood congealed
moments shrinking and fleeting, I'm with you
blessing a friends face, mourning a fresh voice
the love we had, lost now that we are new
reunion I fear I'll never rejoice
would trade near anything to see you more
shame your well-being is a step too far
so strikes the pain of yearning the before
a malady that digs the deepest scar