Infectious Horde

Infectious Horde

A Poem by Anata

It infiltrated my mind

Took hold and doesn’t let go

It makes me do these things

And I can’t even say no

 

Misunderstood and depraved

Not appreciated and betrayed

Infected and contagious

Depressive and delayed

 

It controls my every move

Took the handles to steer

It is nowhere to be found

And I’m too tired to search

 

Tired of explaining

Tired of demeaning

Tired of letting go

Tired of even trying to

 

It infiltrated my body

Adapted and became me

It is aggressive and not contained

And I’m sick of trying

 

Sick of trying to change

Sick of searching why

Sick of my tearful pillow

Sick of spilling my words

 

It controls my thoughts

Edited my speech

It is unable to share

And I am incompatible to portion

 

Misunderstood at the least

Betrayed by myself

Infected with a ghost

Delayed to amend

 

© 2009 Anata


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This is very Intriguing. Sonds like giving up. and it makes me wonder if you will give up. And don't see why. Because i see a fight in the words. it may be hard to except but it's there. Very nice. And yes I want to see more. Thank you. Good journey.
Andrew

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Anata
Anata

Houthalen, Belgium



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