I am an infection,
A blight upon your heart,
Poisoning you slowly
Below the surface
As you smile at me
A festering entity,
Wrapped in pretty colours
That dance on the outside
But within?
A rotten thing, black and putrid
I don't deserve your love
But I take it anyway
Because I am cruel,
Like a smirking child,
Ripping the wings from a butterfly
Your beautiful soul
Is drowning in my filth
I want to stop, to save you
But I don't know how to live
Without my sun
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2025 04:22
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Comments3
This poem left me wondering.in the last lines about the relationship of helping and the sun. A most interesting write
Come into my web, said the spider to the fly, we'll live in harmony you and I.
One has the greater need and will do anything to get it.
Well written. Good read!
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