The Plague

By Maria Paul

Do you remember the betrayals you sowed,

Dampening me in disdain, left to decay.

Days thereafter filtered in red,

Counting down to the end of myself.

A breath away from giving up on this life,

A plague of anguish grew dense and dark.

From the crevices of pain, drenched in spite,

Remember, you birthed the nemesis in me.

I word all these as if it were yesterday,

But, Lord, it doesn’t go away.

The years of loathing and revolt

Have left my heart bleeding black.

I attend to myself to heal and grow

And attempt to strip the feeling from facts.

Finding a cure for the plague that set ablaze,

And to bury the hurt with flowers of love.

By Maria Paul