An ode to AIDS

I feel old
Really old
The mirror has begun to irritate me
And gobsmack my whims.
I wish to resemble my past self
Though I feel young inside
But the life to come scares me
He told me I am dying
Half believing I held the paper
Thinking he is mad
But running through the contents
I know that I am too old to survive
My dying breath would
Think God unkind
I had so much life,
So many dreams
So many struggles
Yet unknown
I was a theist still
Till I visited you
Okay I resign
My unthroned reign
Will come to an end
Tomorrow
Next month
Or perhaps
I am already dead
In spirit
May be
But I wish they had
Discovered a cure sooner
For my sake
This time.

--- Nemo Amleth