Human Disease

Sometimes,

I walk in the woods,

To get away,

From the sorrow,

And the pain.

Alone i cry,

Atop a log,

Legs clutched tight,

To my chest,

And a tear gleams down my cheek.

I feel the earth,

Beneath my feet,

And the sky,

Staring back at me.

I think of tomorrow,

All the despair,

The love and hate,

Our time wasted.

There's not much left,

Of our souls,

Let's put to rest,

Out with shame,

Your spirit's released,

Without your name.

You wern't good enough,

Your a disgrace,

Same as everyone,

In this place.

Is there a cure,

For the cruelty and torture,

The indecency and carelessness,

That people carry.

Yet no medicine,

No antidote,

Is proclaimed.

They say it's normal,

Everyone is infected.

Even babies,

As they spring from their woumb.

Just as we take our first breath,

It is already implanted in our brain.

We can't do anything.

Nobody can fight,

This human disease.