A poem about a girl I went out with when I was ill
Silently beseeching, he circled the wick
Waiting for the promised resurrected flicker
To illuminate his monstrous strides
The prison’s darkness increasing, becoming thicker
Memories deluded with bliss
Merge with unrefined contrition
Was it him who broke the seal?
And turned her away
Or the insidious monster,
the un-diagnosed condition.