My Plague

that one thing that plagues you, makes you sick to your stomach. whether it be a person, object, or imaginary.

I abhor this plague

A plague that exiles itself, drenched,

Drowning in its own oppression.

 

I abhor this plague,

This plague hat has been fixated upon fixing its own affliction,

Seeking nothing,

Feeling no regrets.

 

I abhor this plague,

This plague that screams to it until it’s heartbeat fails,

Using anything at its disposal to beat a heart out of me.

Love fading all around this sickness,

That suffers in its own swine.

 

I feel for this abhorred plague,

Infected with its ill-will,

Its face muscles ripple in agony as it vomits those consumed hearts,

Those same hearts that sobbed so sorrowful,

Salivating was this to the plague that had killed so many,

And had injured so many more.

 

I abhor this plague,

This plague that lives alone,

Shrouded in darkness,

Slapped by the force of depression.

 

I abhor this plague, but adore what it has made me.

 

Author's Note

what's up? i wouldn't really say that "im back" but after a long period of time this just came to me today. my literature teacher asked about a thing that plagues you, something that gets under the skin. the question was based off of Beowolf's monster named Grendel.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Nice interesting and nice to see your writing again for this was a good poem; it even inspired me for one. I've heard of Beowulf but, never really read or seen it sadly. Anyways this was a good poem capturing the feelings to which, this plague gives and to what it has made of a person. You had a nice flow going with the whole thing using repetition and all. In other words you did an marvelous job and can't wait to read more of your writings.

[Ruth]

Great to see you around again love :) This is brillaint work! Sometimes we really do need to address what that plague is....and then we can truly see that depressive state, although blistering and painful, can make us stronger somehow..
Stunning work
xx