I wrote this poem in 1997 prior to my third, not my last, marriage. It first appeared in the second year of my e mail poetry newsletter, "Works In Progress". It also appeared in "Vagabond Pages" a webzine.
THE SYNDROME
Meltdown, total
meltdown. I¹ve lost
the control but
not the feeling.
Played with fire,
yet my fingers did
not burn. Still my
soul has been
consumed
Radiation kills
without the need
of penetration. Other
kinds of exposure can
be just as effective.
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