Unwanted Medicine
I cling to love not out of beauty,
Its many ugly heads like Medusa.
Love shows its ugly heads in those close by,
In fear I clench my chest, I don’t want to die.
In your presence I shrink like a child,
And at my weakness I tremble.
What you whisper I cannot do,
because you’re friends with pain,
and with those who assail me.
Love, you’re a prized trophy,
Behind your ancient dusty glass,
Wished by all mankind,
Till they see your naked shape.
You become a ghost to men.
Who will climb your mountain?
Will I drink from its bitter rivers and refuse to climb on?
So speak the men that most need you!
They’re sick and cannot serve your beck and call.
Oh, love, that someone might love them!
One recieves you,
what once terrified now heals him!
Those around are astounded,
Give us what you gave him!
Love shrugs her shoulders,
She points her crooked finger at the summit of the mountain.
She says, “I have no more. It’s not mine to give.”
And my heart shrinks and cries in tears,
Love tell me, do I search for someone else?