The Test

My fear arrives, My past returns
My blood is drawn, 2 weeks to learn
I twist & turn, I cry and craze
Death sentence comes within some days

My calendar starts to X-off,
Anticipation makes me soft
To think that I could have been a fool
and not protect my temple's jewel
to make vulnerable a blessed being
A beautiful gift whom I've been seeing.
I stand outside and contemplate
What I'd do with this horrid fate
I'd give my body to the earth
My unclean soul to who it's worth
My day is here, and he tells me
"In you there is no HIV"

By Charly

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