Overthrown

Overthrown

A Poem by mae23

A bud has rooted in my brain.

Penetrating the fleshy insides of my mind,

Hoping to sprout and bloom.


The bud continues to grow.

Each day renewing its purpose,

Standing firm while wires and currents threaten its life.


Its stem has stretched out.

Touching memory, feeling, speech,

Affecting parts of the mind now unreachable to me.  


I am being controlled by this parasite.

Nothing is my own anymore.

My body a mere puppet carrying out the will of another.


My dominant is no longer myself.

My eyes are glasses to the outside world,

My mind a home to the bud that has taken over.



© 2017 mae23



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I agree dear poet.
"I am being controlled by this parasite.
Nothing is my own anymore.
My body a mere puppet carrying out the will of another. "
I feel the same sometimes. Hard to see read face some days. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


A deep, emotional and engrossing poem that takes the readers on a deeper insight of what the poem is trying to tell us... It's like how a person enters our lives and tries to reach out to our closest memories and ends up controlling us....
Well done, keep it up Mae! :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


Your poem remind me of someone being indoctrinated. This mind-washing is a slow process that seems harmless at first. But, it soon starts to take over your thoughts and feelings. Then, it shows itself in your actions and speech. Nowadays, I'm apt to question information that others try to feed me.

Your poem shows how giving away your mind for something else to control will turn you into a soul-less vessel.

Posted 1 Month Ago


mae23

1 Month Ago

Thank you for the review, you've definitely captured what I was writing about :)

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