Monday, 9 April 2018

Needles

A poem from 2018

I have a disease
So put me at ease
Before you administer the needle, please

I can't bear to look
The piercing of skin
Sends a shiver through me

I'll try to be brave
Neither rant nor rave
I want you to save

Infected with badness
Inject me with goodness
Infected with darkness
Inject me with light
Infected with Satan
Inject me with Christ

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