The Plague

Seven billion plus some people on Earth
Tens of millions in my country alone.
Thousands of dating sites, hundreds of thousands of local places
To meet candidates
For the game of love

I was created to destroy
I am the single person making the world population odd
I have no match, no interest
All are taken, resiliently refusing, or otherwise
Imagination runs rampant with enraging ideas
Showing how anxiety would blossom from any seeds I could hope to have

Mind roiling and body twitching, I grasp for anything
Urges of destruction and a maelstrom of negativity embalm me
Though I am incapable of movement or speech

I can only bow my head
Dark, darker, yet darker is my mind
Soul attempting to sever it’s own connection
Body breaking down from adrenaline
Mind discontent with all
As I drift slowly deeper, soon where nobody will find me

My greatest fears recieved and achieved

Author's Note

Be gentle. I haven’t written many poems.
Poem thumbnail made by Loyaldis from a site called pokecharms

Reviews

[Riddhi]

I liked it..Every line seemed perfect to me in context with the poem..You know almost all writers are of this kind , going through dark phases , being tortured and actually that is the thing which actually make us so close to writing because we always try to write out what we actually feel , our pain and agony..I actually liked especially the line I am the single person making the world population odd..This is exactly what I feel many time..I can feel the emotions..You expressed them really well...Well penned..
Keep writing..

[DarkArtz 0703]

I love it.... very inspiring to me D.

love always -K

[lessa (kenzie)]

I really love your last stanza, emotional write, enjoyed

[Teresa]

Really Love your writing keep it up. :)

[Zoya]

The starting and ending are bang on. All lines are very well worded; carried emotions and the slight poetic touch in perfect proportions. I believe almost all writers have been there; the dark place, where they've been silently tortured for long long periods of time. Their minds are junctions of commotion, that's why they write so beautifully.
All in all, this was wonderfully written. Loved it. Keep writing!