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The disease that got my Family.

by devil racer 2 years ago in sad poetry
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The disease that got my Family.
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I see you lying there, struggling to stay lucid.

I see you laying there with guilt in your eyes,

I saw you look at me and know all the bad you have done,

All the lies, all the spite that got out of hand,

How righteous you are lying there on your death bed,

At peace with yourself.

I see you for who you are,

I saw you for who you chose to be,

I know you firsthand,

The disease that got my family.

I stood there five feet from your doorway,

You did not want to see me.

As I stood there, I bled the blood that runs ill in my veins,

I knew that this place was never mine anyways.

In a displaced world,

I stood alone,

Draining the disease, I do not call mine.

A stranger at the door,

Is who I’ll be.

sad poetry

About the author

devil racer

Writing poetry for 20 + yrs. My work is very dark, I have my own views and express them insanely deep with my poetry.

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