DEADLY SIN

I wrote this poem in 2001. I wrote it for a friend who passed away from aids. I know I have posted it before. However, it is Aids Awareness Day so I have decided to post it again. This poem is written from the viewpoint of my friend who passed away. She married her high school sweetheart. They had two beautiful children together. When she became ill she thought she had cancer. She discovered she had aids. Her husband had to tell her about an affair he had. It did not take long for aids to take her life and leave her children motherless.
Always remember that aids does not discriminate. This was a woman who was a devoted mother and wife. She did not use drugs. She did not have sex outside of her marriage. Still aids found her and took her life. I wrote this poem because she asked me to before she passed away. She was so angry and rightfully so. Yet, she could not find the words to express her feelings. I took from what she expressed. I remember her saying, "No one should die angry!" She was right and I think those are words to live by.

☆*•.¸-‘๑’☯Deadly Sin☯-‘๑’-¸.•☆

I wept!

You cried!

I know your secret!

I know you lied!

In one night you ruined a relationship built from trust.

A moment of weakness for one night of lust.

When confronted you spoke not one word!

A guilty silence your confession was heard!

Now you ask for forgiveness because it was a mistake.

You claim it was an intoxicated moment.

You beg me to remember we have a marriage at stake!

You forgot our marriage for someone that was eager to please.

The next day you gave me a gift.....AIDS...A DEADLY DISEASE!

I weep!

You cry!

For your mistake I will die!

By Robinette
copyright 2001

Born In The Line Of Fire

I was born in the line of fire.

While my father battled in war far from home.

My mother always facing a war of her own.

A brief leave to greet his newborn child.

I broke his spirit instead of making him smile.

Right before my mother's eyes a stranger appeared.

He forget how to love.

He forgot how to care.

The war finally ended but new battles began.

He was always a soldier never a man.

Prisoners of war was what we became.

Violence not to mention acts that brought shame.

Yeah I was treated as a woman while I was child.

Something time would ever make right.

My father fought for freedom and lost his own.

He lost his sanity, compassion and more while serving his tour.

A prisoner of war.

A tortured mind.

He was one of many who returned home but was left behind.

By Robinette aka AVID