Hypochondria

How often do you write poems? For me, poetry has become part of my life. Everything that is caught by my sight, my mind captures to come up an interesting masterpiece. Some friends told me that I am one of those writers who write deep thoughts, and it needs a literature professor to interpret it. I don’t intend to write that way, it’s just I love using figurative languages – I’ll face it, it adds flavor to each masterpiece I write.

Hypochondria is one of those poems, I could still recall, a fellow writer protested the way I incorporated medical term to my masterpiece. Alright, hypochondria in its medical term, is referred to a human’s unstable state of mind imagining that he has serious disease without objective evidence. LOL – I wasn’t crazy when I wrote this though. But sometimes, much pang drives a human temporarily crazy, isn’t it? That’s how I comparatively drew creative view to love misery – human is just at his state of hypochondria.

Once again, here’s a poem I wrote four years ago. Hypochondria is on your way – enjoy reading.

HYPOCHONDRIA

Amour! Look!
What thou hath done?
Though singeth a human soul!
Thou heavenly kneeleth those sensuous altars
Egad! Even Saturn and Demeter cared for
Whilst Psyche couldn't allay Cupid's recaltcitrance
The effect of insanity struck those resting creatures
Ah! Thy arrow captivated a thousand foes
And even Thor lost his strength for thy sake
To thee: Treacherous fire offered its vows
But alack! Sham tongues victimized thee
As Lothario-like beau slashed thy benighted nature
Benumbed the legacy of Eve's generation
Bah! Who then believeth in thee?
When inquietude engulfed nymph's weakness
Or left none but poisoning the well
Hah! Albeit those mere shadows
Margaret gave up her crown
What's in thee suitable such negation?
Perhaps, Apollos was cast out of blitzkrieg
Or, even Ares lost the warfare
Oh, Amour!
To thee: The world salutes!