My Plague
A remembrance for those who suffered from the bubonic plague so very long ago...
This cough burdens me...
Many children start to cry...
They say we will all die...
What are these spots that I see?
It worried me.
Do not come near...
These spots have turned raw...
I am most rotted out of all that I have saw...
Am I the new monster to fear?
It pained me.
The day and night pass so slowly...
This pain forever churns...
My body will always burn...
Why do I become holey?
It killed me.
Many children start to cry...
They say we will all die...
What are these spots that I see?
It worried me.
Do not come near...
These spots have turned raw...
I am most rotted out of all that I have saw...
Am I the new monster to fear?
It pained me.
The day and night pass so slowly...
This pain forever churns...
My body will always burn...
Why do I become holey?
It killed me.
7 Comments
oh wow thats sad and scary
good that was the point :)
I like your poem style; abba. So very true.. I'm sure not many know about the plague, but you express it well in the poem. Good job :)
thank you :) it was so horrible i thought i would write a poem as a reminder
This makes my skin crawl in the best way... is that twisted? :D
I think not! :) Thanks for commenting, means a lot to me!
Amazing!!!