Consumption Poem by nick feiner

Festering awaiting its arrival,
Stowed away waiting for revival,
The looming question of life and death,
The broken promises on your breathe,

Your voice hoarse from our quarrels,
Lashing out, drained of our morals,
Thoughts of peace far from sight,
Though both you and i know neither is right,

The rage beating at the door,
Consuming me from my very core,
Violence, and vengeance in mind,
A hatred of a different kind,


You, the only person who can do this to me,
You, the one who was supposed to be,
Love is lost in your eyes tonight,
As we lay down our weapons to end this fight,

An unlikely opponent indeed,
In my being you have lay your seed,
Deep in the soil of my soul,
Revealing a world so very cold.