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Infectious Disease

Where in society has the world gone wrong?
For people to be tossed as though nothing.

I am human, Though I may be different.
Is it normal, for me to cry each night?

To bleed so deep, as friends ignore.
Heart skipping beats, from damage.

Claimed love and friendship was true.
Swore you would help me, whatever may come.

Stricken now, issues Out of my control.
Cast aside, like an infectious disease.

Who are you, that you're better than me?
Roles reversed, never would I be so cruel.

Karma, do you know that word?
One day, I'm sure you will.


(C) Nichole A.Dustin
    2/04/2008


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Option-1..How it feels to be left.

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  • SpiritMother
    March 25, 2008

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    A very well written and emotional descriptive poem..that feeling of being left is something no one should ever have to endure. Keep writing dear one!


  • LaylaLace
    February 9, 2008

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    Your poem hit close to home with me. Being rejected and kicked while you're down is one of the most burning, anguishing feelings to experience. You did a great job relaying those feelings here.
    Good luck in the contest!


  • tawk gold member
    February 8, 2008

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    Yes let them walk in our shoes and see what it is like. They would change their tune. Yes what goes around comes around people should really consider this before hurting others. Excellent write


  • kareneisenlord gold member
    February 6, 2008

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    This drove the point home. Excellent! I liked how you expressed that the tables always turn eventually and karma always comes to play out in the end. Great poem. THank you for sharing, my friend!

    It makes me think when one of my abusers, (my stepfather) was dying in the hospital. I still felt compassion and love for him. Maybe he learned from that; maybe not. In the end, I hated to see him suffer. Karma is karma though. THere's impersonal karma, (cause and effect), and there's personal karma. Personal karma can be a little forgiving. THat's the perfection and beauty of it.