11.04.2003 :::
The Sickness
5 of 15
They just laugh and point at the kid with one bad leg,
He's different, smaller, inferior, something odd.
Can't think of all the things he could teach,
The hopes and fears he could portray and smash,
They just laugh and point at the kid with one bad leg.
He isn't weak, just starts a little farther behind.
Not an evil wrecked body, riddled hopeless by his peers.
Shannon, a girl's name, a boy's mind, no good fit,
A random list of god's, has he played a trick?
This is nature, human, and imperfect. Changing.
A single day, one of hundreds, thousands,
We forget one can change them all. So does he.
He buys it from the street corner, because it shines,
More than the rest, and he heads to the school house
All because they pointed, now he has...
The sickness, it riddles her everyday, her love,
Shot down before his smile faded, looking happy.
Though it's not true, and she wants revenge.
Forgetting about what they put the boy through.
Only thinking of the cure, to her sickness.
She finds the tagged wall in the south, the place,
The selling of happiness, and even vengeance.
He'll have to pay for emotions unrestrained.
And the lover's fight will be unstained, again,
Because she's found the right man for the job.
He enters the cafeteria with a fist in hand,
Something more but he doesn't plan on it,
The using of the ultimate price, the sacrifice.
Too late, he sees the plot, and wheels around,
He unloads a scare, and the target's...
Missed the last time through, and it's true.
She lost her son due to folly, and now loses another.
It might be a son, or possibly a daughter,
She'll never know. Wainting outside the clinic.
A man holds her hand, though not her husband.
Have I deserved this she asks the sky, not the sky.
She know's she does, but fails to confess to him.
Him, the husband preist, who would forgive.
She cries because she lost her chance, only chance,
At motherhood. Because a tragedy. At home.
He tells her god doens't hurt good people,
But she knows this isn't god's doing, but below.
The mystic tool, or unravelling parodies, and frowns.
He tempted me with a test, and she did fail.
Now she can't escape this, the inevitable sickness.
::: posted by Matthew at 5:08 PM
