Viral Vulnerability

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Viral Vulnerability

It's been two years since my diagnosis was given
and I have never had more regret for my mistake
than I do at this very moment in time.
We are all human beings, don't they understand that?
 
So we are bound to have a few misjudgements.
However, in this case my error is a passively fatal one.
My compromised immune system has yet again
compromised the animalistic hedonism inside me.
 
For some reason, tonight's surprising rejection-
out of the many I've already experienced from others,
blatently and subtle alike, has manifested an odd emotion.
I have not felt ashamed of my status until now.
 
After gathering up my belongings as well as
the pieces of my wounded pride and libido,
I headed outside to the chilling night for a quick smoke
taking this time to be alone with my re run of tonight.
 
I finally collect myself by brushing away just one 
shed representation of my impending death sentence.
Once home, I hop in the shower and tried, without progress,
to scald and melt away my disease, silly me.
 

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

DH’s Poems (15)

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Viral Vulnerability 0
Perfection 0
Oh, Atlanta 0
Resentments 0
My Best Friend 1
This is Me, For You 1
Between the Demonic and Divine 0
Crossroads 1
Cruise Control 0
Geese 0
Deseased Decisions 1
Me for the Future (Alone Like it Was Before) 1
Motherless Child 0
Love Dance 2
Self Image 0