Here lies my heart,

strangely invaded, left

torn apart

By a disease some

say doesn't exist.

But we who have it

must insist.

Here lies my health,

once bitten, twice shy.

We measure our wealth in days gone by

Oh, but I am easily amused,

laugh with the jester

and with the fools,

mostly sunny with scattered blues.

Here lies my home.

Others like me roam

knowledge like a garden grown.

If you need a prayer or word,

here you can be seen and heard.

Vast halls of experience, rooms of pain,

much can and cannot be explained.

Here lies my hope.

Friends and neighbors from a wider scope,

a refugee when you just can't cope.

Wiser minds do oft prevail,

and some have been led out of hell,

wondering if it's the scariest disease because of its habits.

Or is it the most frightening because I have it?

A. Wryter

10/00

2nd Annual Halloween Submission

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