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No second chances

By othello74

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

HOW APT THAT A PERFECT PUNISHMENT FOR PAST INDESCRETION AND INFIDELITY HAS NO REVERSE GEARS. ONE MAY SHED AS MANY TEARS; BUT THIS PESTILENCE THAT LIVES AMONG US CUTTTING DOWN THE YOUNG STURDY CROP WITH SUCH INDIFFERENCE AS WE ALL DROP. IT HAS LED US TO BELIEVE WE'RE IMMUNE: ME ,DIE FROM AIDS , IMPOSSIBLE! TIS IRONIC THAT THERE'S NO CURE, NO SECOND CHANCE. PROPAGATED BY THE KNOWING AND UNKNOWING, IT WILL WIPE OUT MILLIONS. YET WE FEEL OURSELVES DETTACHED FROM ITS REALITY. FRIENDS, NEIGHBOURS AND FAMILY DIE FROM IT, AND YET WE SHUN IT FROM OUR CONSCIENCE. OUR MISDIRECTED EMOTIONS ARE THE CONDUIT OF ITS GUARANTEED DISTRUCTIVE FORCE. LITTLE DID I KNOW.. THAT I WOULD ONE DAY FALL ITS PREY. THE DISBELIEF; IN SLEEP I FOUND NO RELIEF! I CRIED BY DAY AND PRAYED BY NIGHT. FRIENDS TOLD ME TO PUT UP A FIGHT! HOW COULD I HAVE GONE SO ASTRAY? I IMPLORE YOU, DEAR POETS; THIS IS AS BAD AS IT GETS: REGRET, REMORSE,RESIGNATION. AS  POETS WE MUST TAKE ACTION. IN OUR WORDS WE MUST URGE CAUTION. FAR TOO MANY PEOPLE VANISH BEFORE OUR EYES, THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES WE ARE UP AGAINST A PERFECT KILLING MACHINE. IT GROWS WITH US; IT STALKS US TILL WE'RE RIPE. AND WITH A SWIFT SWOOP IT GOES FULL BLOWN. GNAWING AWAY AT EVERY VITAL ORGAN, WEAKENING, BREAKING DOWN, AND FINALLY IT ATTACKS OUR INTELLECT, THAT WE MAY NO LONGER BE MASTERS OF VERSE. INSANITY SETS IN, AND THE BRAIN IS MALFUNCTIONED, I C,A T N  PP UT W O RDS TOGETHHHHHHER NO MMMOR END OF MESSAGE....How does this poem affect u??? send me ur critical analyses Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 02:34 PM PST   0 • 9

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