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 My Disease I sit alone in my little white house, Locked up like a caged white mouse. Life and Love have long been doused, My soul has withered to but an ounce. In the sunrise I see a dark shape Dressed up in a blood red cape. As I pull back my dust white drapes, He reveals his handsome face. I close the drapes tight and lock my door. I have been hurt too much before And I wont let it happen anymore. I’ll never let them into my core. A knock on the door makes my heart jump high And I call out to him as I pray to the sky, “Who is this who comes to me in the morning glow? If evil you wish on me, please, just go.” “I am a friend; I mean you no harm,” his voice gruffly answers As his hand son my locks seem to become dancers. A click and the door opens with a slight creak And I just stand there, trembling and meek. He holds out his hand and I place mine in it And my white garment becomes blood red knit. In my eyes, he shines as a dark knight And he draws me to the forest, out of sight. I look behind me at the hideous white house And shiver to think that I was its mouse. But I turn back to my hero of dark And I know that he has my heart. I hear no birds, the thought passes quickly As his eyes catch with mine and we kiss passionately. He pulls back and looks at my face. As if to memorize every trace. He backs away then, my heart in his hands, Into a clearing ant rips it to strands. I gape in shock as he destroys it more. Why did I let him take my core? A ray of light glides down through the trees so high, Putting aside his lovely disguise, Leaving nothing for him to hide. In fear, I must turn my face aside. But then, he’s gone, leaving me to cry With out even a quick good-bye. I can still feel those piercing light blue eyes And I just want to sit here and die. Two weeks go by and my tears are now gone As I look towards the bright new dawn. No longer will I be emotions pawn. I like the quiet of my tainted gray home. In the distance, shadow cuts light Shadow of a man that brings me fright. I turn and put my back to him; I cannot even be his friend. Now this house is my safety pen, My respite from the world, my within. No one may enter and I cannot leave. This is what I call my disease. © 2001 Katy Ferrier |
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