My Plague Poem by Sven Rhoads

Sown in too deep that its become part of me
Festering, infecting but somehow I cannot see
Denial of love when I cannot care for myself
Weight of the world in my person hell
Ridden with the sickness that has made its home
Turning my emotions into the cold tombstone
Never good enough for you or myself
My form of happiness is a shadow in a shell

My plague has taken me six feet down below
Now I cannot even know my own self
Like dragging the chains of a dead man
Haunting his way all alone

Pushed all the caring to the chilling winds
Into desolation I have banished myself
Tied up in knots, in this noose I will swing
Here at the gallows I can find no one else
Walls are all falling in on me now
There's nowhere left to turn to be saved
Branded with my plague, I drown
Living this way is like one foot in the grave

Insomnia comes to greet me every night
With the racing thoughts going at lightspeed
How can I just turn it all off
How can I silence the hell in me
Staring at the ceiling in this dark prison cell
Questions still linger waiting for answers
How can I carve out the abyss I feel
How can kill my plague within