Infectious Disease
Infectious Diseaseby: Janet DeHart
Infectious Disease.
Rotting my mind.
Blinding my sight.
Stealing my life.
Taking control.
Losing control.
Doing unspeakable things
This infectious disease.
It comes and goes.
Not sure why or how.
But I must stop this.
It has a name.
But not deserving.
This infectious disease.
It's around me, deep within me.
I found a way to destroy.
This infectious disease.
The Blood of the lamb.
Jesus Christ.
joyful commented on Infectious Disease
05-31-2009
06/01/2009
MandyJ commented on Infectious Disease
05-26-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What He Did For Me | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| "Vampirism" | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| "Who Am I" | 3 | 05/28/2009 |
| "God's Word Will Make You Free" | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| "Forgetting The Past" | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| "Remember me" | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| Doves Of Peace | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| The Blood Of Jesus | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| Infectious Disease | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
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