Plague Poem by Valerie Chase

Your influence on me
is like a plague.
Vague but spread.
It hides - in a sense.

My god! I get so angry.
For something at all?
Maybe nothing, just something stupid
after all...

Do you ever wonder
about life without me?
A plain deserted land
with no love and no glee?

Can't you ever understand
I'm what keeps your head up?
You're my plague unfortunately -
therefore I'm fed up.

My god! I feel it pent up again.
The plague you spread onto me.
The one that fills my head.
Nothing but empty voids.
A plenty of no bliss.