This poem was made during the making of the poem "Incurable Hate". The message of this poem is quite similar to that of its sister poem: "Incurable Hate". But yet through a different perspective. Comments are open.
Epidemic
Sick
Sickly
Sickening
Sickness.
So easy
We were caught
Blindsided
By this sickness.
In darkness
A black
Sticky
Cold frost
And once
It’s caught
It can’t be cured.
And so
This darkness spreads
Like a cancer
Across the world.
Polluting our lives
Our lifestyles
Our Minds
Our bodies
And so
It became
A driving force.
So powerful
So susceptive
So angry
So much
And it overwhelmed us
Quickly.
We’d die
For this
And die with it
As well
And it continues.
It’s an Epidemic
An epidemic
That doesn’t kill
But merely
Infects.
We are all
Sick
From this
Infectious
Epidemic.
It doesn’t stop
It never sleeps
It already has
Consumed
The world.
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