Agatha Rozz

the only cure

Am I an infection?

Plaguing your empire

leaking through

cracks under doors

tainting the waters

drying up the soil

and wilting your crops

perhaps I am

the reason for disorder

afflicting everything

within distance

making the warm season

freeze over and melt

wringing out

every ounce

of everything good

from everything sacred in life

I'm getting used to this

being this

sickness

you avoid

I'm glad

That you're giving up

I wouldn't want to cause anymore problems

I wouldn't want to ruin anymore lives

I'm glad

That you're casting me away

Expelling me 

I guess all I really am

is a disease

I'm glad 

That you're eliminating me

from your life

This type of long term illness

only gets worse

with time

So I'm glad

you're doing yourself a favor

Be well

without me

 

Comments1

  • Saxon Crow

    Interesting, self deprecating and sarcastic. I like it



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