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.
I really like how this poem sounds. It is written very well and has good rhythm. Good job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked your poem, sometimes it feels like people influences can be like a Plague rather it's good or bad.