MORTAL DISEASE OF THE SOUL ————————–
You are to me a black-winged angel
Who dressed in white innocence
You brought me false advice
Promises true love and happiness
I wanted be able to trust so much
I didn’t want to see your feathers
With residue carrion, fighting blood
And your greedy, catchy claws
Juggling misappropriated money
Your horribly shameless falsehood
I was hudding at the bottom of heart
So that no one can see it’s ugliness
I wanted to believe you would improve
My dreams, plans, forgiveness
You considered a sign of weakness
Have you not understand, it’s a pity
They are a sign strengh and goodness
That you could respect,appreciate
So goodbye, common wiliam , fool
Goodbye, defeat of illusion, of faith
Your soul is so cruel mortal disease
Doesn’t want to suffer more my soul
Do you know, you like wing worms
I must banish you from my home
Like mosquito,like a fly
Even buterfly, hardworking bee
Your world is not at all my world
I can no longer be with your soul
Which is the soul of insect, worm
We’ll missing each other no more
The of your soul mortal disease
So very bad for you and me
Brings me so much suffering
But your disease is not contagious
There is no such possibility
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I have lived in Poland since I was born. I am a graduate of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Psychology.
I worked as a psychologist with children and adolescents. Now she works with terminally ill people. For years he has been painting pictures, composing music and above all writing. I write poems, short stories, essays and fairy tales for children