Infected

Infected

Doctor’s cannot do a thing,

x-rays show nothing.

I am infected.

My eyes are foggy,

my lips parched,

my flesh sweats.

Fever takes hold of me,

thoughts ramble,

I cannot think clearly.

No one knows what time is left,

completely caught in this contagious dilemma;

yes, I am infected.

The moment you looked at me,

the second our lips touched,

I cannot rid myself of you.

I will one day die, a happy man.